But the child shook his head, and Santa could see That he needed the answer. The truth is that my sack is magic. Inside it holds millions of toys for my Christmas Eve ride. Some homes are hungry, some homes are sad.
Some homes are desperate, some homes are bad.
My sleigh is filled with the happiest stuff, But for homes where despair lives, toys aren't enough. It's a very hard task, my smart little brother, To give toys to some, and to give prayers to others. But the prayers are the best gifts, the best gifts indeed, For God has a way of meeting each need. That's part of the answer. The rest, my dear youth, Is that my sack is magic, And that is the truth.