This is Johnny. Do you remember me Santa? This is not the first letter I have written to you. Remember when I was 6, I asked for a little puppy, a little, cuddly, soft puppy that I could raise to be my very own.
Santa, when I was 7 I asked for a little shiny red wagon that I could pull that puppy in. When I was 8, I asked for a BB gun. I thought that I was pretty much getting to be a man, then. And I wanted me a BB gun.
Santa I’m 10 yrs old, now. And I’ve been saved for 3 months. That’s right, Santa, I got saved 3 months ago.
My request will be a bit different that it has been being. I hope you won’t be offended when I make my request.
Since I’ve been saved the Lord Jesus has been the lord of my life. He has been my savior and my master.
Santa! Christmas is his birthday.
This year 1983, Christmas falls on a Sunday. It’s the Lord’s birthday. It’s the Lord’s day every week but this week it’s special because Christmas falls on Sunday. Santa! My request is this; Just this once could you let Jesus have first place at Christmas? Santa! He has taken a back seat for so long. What, with the trees and presents, shopping and all the cooking, Santa! There doesn’t seem to be any time for praising the Lord, or praying, or talking about Jesus, or putting him first on his birthday.
Santa! He has been shoved aside since birth. There was no room for him at the inn. And if you don’t step aside Santa, this one time, there will be no room for him again. This is very important Santa, He’s so important to me.
If it were not for the Lord Jesus, my Mom and Dad could not go to heaven. You see, Dad used to drink a whole lot, and mama used to always curse.
Then one Sunday Dad got saved, then Mom. And now one day they will go and be with Jesus. One day they will go to heaven. And Santa this is just great, it’s wonderful.
Santa! I just can’t imagine my Mom and Dad spending forever and ever in hell. Can you? Can you imagine Santa, your Mom and Dad having to spend eternity in hell. That’s where they would have been if they had not gotten saved. Santa! That’s more than I can bear, that’s just more than I can bear. Also, Santa, if it weren’t for Jesus I’d never get to see my little brother again. He has a sickness and he is dying and Santa there is nothing I can do about it. You can’t help either. The doctors say he has six months at the most. The preacher says that three-year-old babies like Jimmy go to heaven when they die, because of what Jesus did on the cross. And Santa! I know when I get to heaven, I’m going to see Jimmy again. I know when I get to heaven I’m going to see my little brother again. He will be there with my Grandma and Granddaddy, and all those people who were saved. Can’t you see what Jesus did on the cross means so much to me.
Santa it would be awful to lose Jimmy now. We’ve known him for three years, and loved him for those years, and all this time he has been my little baby brother. And Santa if he died and I never get to see him again, that would be awful. That would be plain awful. But because of what Jesus did on the cross, I’ll be able to see Jimmy again some day, and he won’t be lost and gone forever. Now Santa! I’ve asked you for a lot of things in the past, but I have never asked you for nothing more important than this, this Christmas.
You have dominated Christmas for so long. You have been the center of Christmas for men, women, boys and girls for years and years. Why Santa! Folks almost worship you, even some Christians teach their children to love you better than the Lord Jesus.
Please Santa! Would you step back and let Jesus have first place, would you let Jesus have some glory Santa?
It’s his birthday.
It should be him getting presents, shouldn’t it? Don’t you get presents on your birthday? I get presents on my birthday.
Santa if you will do this, it would be greatest present you ever gave anybody. But if you won’t? Then there will be no room for Jesus again this year, like there was last year and the year before and no room like there was in the inn that night that the Lord Jesus was born. Again he will be shoved aside. He will be pushed down into a dirty, cold, dimly lit stable.
Santa if you don’t help, there will be no room for Jesus again.
I think I know what the Bible meant when it said that “He came into his own and his own received him not.” He was rejected in Jerusalem, He was rejected in Bethlehem, He was rejected in Nazareth and Galilee that night he was told there’s no room for him in the inn.
And Santa he is still being rejected today – often by his own, often by the very people he bled and died for – he is being rejected.
Please, Santa, please – couldn’t it be Jesus birthday this year? Please, please.
P.S. Merry Christmas and thank you Santa.
Editor’s note: This “letter to Santa” was written in 1983 by the Rev. Mickey Broadway for broadcast on the radio and adapted for the newspaper.