The Thin Santa’s Gift

歌詞

Snow drifts down on a moonlit field, He walks alone with a heart to heal. His coat hangs loose, his hands are cold, But his spirit burns like molten gold. No feast tonight, no fire’s light, He saves his bread for hungry eyes. Through the forest, whispers call, “Santa, thank you, one and all.” He’s the thin Santa, pale and kind, Leaving footprints hope can find. No silver sleigh, no reindeer cheer, Just love that grows year after year. He’s the thin Santa, brave and true, Giving more than he ever knew. Fox and hare by the frozen stream, Gather close to his fragile dream. He breaks his bread with trembling grace, Smiling softly in the space. He hums a song the stars once knew, A lullaby of skies so blue. The wind repeats his quiet vow, “Feed them all, I’ll find a way somehow.” He’s the thin Santa, small but strong, Carrying peace his whole life long. Not with gifts or golden light, But kindness shining through the night. He’s the thin Santa, calm and wise, Hope reflected in his eyes. Dawn arrives with a rosy glow, Tracks of joy mark the snow. He sits to rest, his work is done, And smiles to greet the rising sun. The forest sings, the morning clear, His gentle voice still lingers near. From mountain peaks to valleys deep, His promise hums where children sleep. He’s the thin Santa, fading slow, But his love still warms the snow. Not a legend carved in stone, But a heart that beats in every home. He’s the thin Santa, ever near, The spirit of giving, year by year. He’s the thin Santa, pale and kind, Leaving footprints hope can find. No silver sleigh, no reindeer cheer, Just love that grows year after year. He’s the thin Santa, brave and true, Giving more than he ever knew.