Every year, we get requests for copy of this wonderful Christmas Poem. To make it convenient, we just decided to put it on our website! Enjoy.
In the land of Manalouie, on the Isle of Taralee, lived the tribe of Manlea, lovely people of the sea.
This tribe had lived forever, and never known an angry day. Their number was three thousand, their chief called Manahay.
The men were tall and handsome, the women were the same. The children bright an active, trained in music and in game. The old among them honored, and cared for were their lame.
The island with it's beaches, mountains and it's streams, gave them beauty and comfort that met their fondest dreams.
From the sea they took their sustenance, delicious food of fish and shell. In the endless sun they found their vigor, a truly blessed place to dwell.
Their days were filled with music, gathering and game. There was never strife or worry, and winter never came.
Unknown were dark emotions of jealousy and hate. Each one's share of nature's blessings were never the subject of debate.
Manahay ruled his people with wisdom and quiet pride. Love, sharing, and happiness he saw on every side.
One calm and silent evening, in the season when the sea was cold, a visitor came among them, amazingly young and old.
As the people looked in wonder at this man and reindeer band, he circled slowly over them and landed lightly on the sand.
As Santa came toward them, he shouted out with glee, "I am Santa Clause, and I'm bringing Christmas to Taralee!"
His bag was over-flowing with as yet unknown delights. There were dolls and trucks and dominos, stuffed animals and kites!
There were gifts aplenty for everyone, the young and very old. Each and every Manalean had his own to have and hold.
When Santa was sure that each one had their very special treat, he took a package to Manahay and laid it at his feet.
As Manahay watched his people, he knew not what to say. He watched them play before him and let his package lay.
As his people danced around him, they began to plead for more. Not happy with what they played with, or anything they wore.
One child would grab another's gift, the other would do the same. What had started out as playing was no longer a happy game.
Each one among them wanted what others among them had. Brothers fought with sisters, mothers fought with dads.
Santa pleaded with them, "Be happy with your cheer! I promise to come and visit you each and every year!"
But the people continued to grumble, and in their growing discontent, they looked around for Santa, and wondered where he went.
Santa had called for them to come to Manahay, and the people eased toward them, to hear what their chief would say.
"This Christmas that you bring us, I've heard of it before. I've heard it sung in history and mankind's ancient lore."
"The Christmas that I have heard of began across the sea. In a town called Bethlehem, near the sea of Galilee."
"It's a time of celebration, of peace and good will on earth, and it started out the Jesus, as a celebration of his birth."
"But as you bring us Christmas, I hear no mention of his name. No talk of love and kindness, or comfort with you came."
"This Christmas that you bring us has caused jealousy and pride, a bitter Christmas legacy for He who suffered for us and died."
As Santa stood there quietly, the people began to shout, "Santa has brought us Christmas! You don't even know what it's about!"
"Santa has brought us gifts, the likes we've never known, and he might not come again if Manahay is on the throne!"
As the people moved toward them, anger in their stance, Santa raised his hand and said, "Let's give your chief a chance."
"Manahay, I've laid before you, a very special gift. Take it up and open it, it may heal this ugly rift."
Manahay slowly picked up the gift, and loosed its satin band. A shortness in his breath, a tremble in his hand.
As he looked on Santa's gift, questions filled his mind. Santa quickly told him, "It's unique, and one of a kind."
"You may wish to live forever, or for fortunes yet untold. you may wish for silver or diamonds, or riches of pure gold."
"This is the Christmas, my good Manahay, to you that I bring. You may wish for anything your heart desires, truly anything!"
Manahay could feel the excitement, rising slowly in his breast. He must wish very carefully, and wish the very best.
Manahay turned to Santa, "Surely your gift has struck me dumb." Then quietly he said to Santa, "I wish you had never come."
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