Visit Delafield Santa - have a Real Bearded Santa visit your home party in Delafield, Wisconsin (WI)

Hello my name is Santa Walt and I am from Waukesha Wisconsin. I have Played the role of Santa for more than 26 years. You may have seen me on TV as I have been in commercials for many local business. See more photos on my photo page. I am available for parties large and small, banquets of all sizes. My favorite is the home visit just to see the look on the children's faces when Santa comes to their home. Mrs. Santa may also be available. My "sleigh" is ready to travel to your location for an additional fee for destinations beyond 25 miles from my home base, to be determined at the time of contract.

Santa's Secret - Author Unknown

                                     On Christmas Eve, a young boy with light in his eyes
                                     Looked deep into Santa's, to Santa's surprise,
                                    And said as he nestled on Santa's broad knee,
                                    "I want your secret. Tell it to me."
                                    He leaned up and whispered in Santa's good ear,
                                    "How do you do it, year after year?"

                                    "I want to know how, as you travel about,
                                    Giving gifts here and there, you never run out..
                                    How is it dear Santa, that in your pack of toys
                                    You have plenty for all of the world's girls and boys?
                                    Stays so full, never empties, as you make your way
                                    From rooftop to rooftop, to homes large and small,
                                    From Nation to Nation, reaching them all?"

                                   And Santa smiled kindly and said to the boy,
                                   "Don't ask me hard questions. Don't you want a toy?"
                                   But the child shook his head, and Santa could see
                                   That he needed the answer. "Now listen to me,"
                                   He told the small boy with the light in his eyes,

                                   "My secret will make you sadder, and wise."
                                   "The truth is that my sack is magic. Inside
                                   It holds millions of toys for my Christmas Eve ride..
                                   But although I do visit each girl and each boy
                                   I don't always leave them a gaily-wrapped toy..

                                   Some homes are hungry, some homes are sad,
                                   Some homes are desperate, some homes are bad..
                                   Some homes are broken, and children there grieve..
                                   Those homes I visit, but what should I leave?

                                   My sleigh is filled with the happiest stuff,
                                   But for homes where despair lives, toys aren't enough..
                                   So I tiptoe in, kiss each girl and boy,
                                  And pray with them that they'll be given the joy
                                  Of the Spirit of Christmas, the Spirit that lives
                                  In the heart of the dear child, who gets not but gives."

                                  "If only God hears me and answers my prayer,
                                 When I visit next year, what I will find there,
                                 Are homes filled with peace, and with giving, and love..
                                 And boys and girls gifted with light from above..
                                 It's a very hard task, my smart little brother,
                                 To give toys to some, and 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..
                                In my sack I carry on Christmas Eve day
                               More love than a Santa could e'er give away..
                               The sack never empties of love, or of joys
                              'Cause inside it are prayers, and hopes. Not just toys..
                              The more that I give, the fuller it seems,

                               And do you know something? You've got a sack, too..
                               It's as magic as mine, and it's inside of you..
                               It never gets empty, it's full from the start,
                               It's the center of lights, and of love, it's your heart..
                              And if on this Christmas you want to help me,
                              Don't be so concerned with the gifts 'neath your tree..
                              Open your sack called your heart, and share,
                              Your joy, your friendship, your wealth, your care."

                               The light in the small boy's eyes was glowing..
                              'Thanks for the secret. I've got to be going."
                              "Wait, little boy," said Santa, "don't go..
                              Will you share? Will you help? Will you use what you know?"
                              And just for a moment the small boy stood still,
                              Touched his heart with his small hand and whispered, "I   will."

"The Prayer of Santa Claus"

The sleigh was all packed, the reindeer were fed,
but Santa still knelt by the side of the bed.

"Dear Father," he prayed "Be with me tonight.
There's much work to do and my schedule is tight.

I must jump in my sleigh and streak through the sky,
knowing full well that a reindeer can't fly.

I'll visit each household before the first light;
I'll cover the world and all in one night.

With sleigh bells a-ringing, I'll land on each roof,
amid the soft clatter of each little hoof.

To get in the house is the difficult part,
so I'll slide down the chimney of each child's heart.

My sack will hold toys to grant all their wishes.
The supply will be endless like the loaves and the fishes.

I will fill all of the stockings and not leave a track.
I'll eat every cookie that is left for my snack.

I can do all these things Lord, only through You,
I just need your blessing, then it's easy to do.

All this is to honor the birth of the One,
who was sent to redeem us, Your most Holy Son.

So to all my friends, least Your glory I rob,
please Lord, remind them who gave me this job."

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