St. Nicholas And God Poem by Diane Wright

There once was a 4th Century saint named Nicholas
Born near Myra, near Egypt, Greece and Rome
He came from one of the city’s wealthiest families
Not spoiled by riches, but loved to give, it is known.

One day, Nicholas heard about a rich man
He lost all his money as his business did fold
He had three daughters who desired to marry
But, no dowries for them, as the story is told.

Because they had no food to eat
One of his daughters he decided to sell into slavery
Then the rest might survive
If they used that money sparingly.

Nicholas heard of this dilemma
He left at the man’s house a bag of gold
An anonymous gesture of love for the needy
So the daughter would not have to be sold.

The next day, the man found the money
Upon asking his friends, “Who is the benefactor of this gift? ”
No one knew, yet he thanked God above
And the family’s spirit soon began to lift.

A year goes on, and the family again is poor
The first daughter marries, so the second up for sale
But, another bag of gold comes to the rescue
Again, from St. Nicholas, without fail.

This time, as before, the giver is not known
Who is this mysterious person who is always there?
It must be a gift like Heavenly manna from God
Who is answering through a lot of prayer.

Again, another year with no money in store
Yet, this time, the man will wait for Nicholas
Hopefully to expose the giver of this gift
And find out why he does all of this.


Sure enough, the benefactor arrives on the scene
He is caught, and the man asks, “Why did you always
give anonymously and then go? ”
Nicholas returned the answer with a smile
“Because it is good to give and have only God to know.”

The bishop of Myra died one day.
The peoples’ hearts were torn as they weighed
Just who could fill the position so prestigious?
The Lord said he would send someone as they prayed.

And that someone walked through the cathedral door
His name, Saint Nicholas, that unassuming friend
The people named him bishop for his good deeds followed him
The people knew he was picked by God to lead them.

So, my friends, when you hear the name, Santa Claus
Remember his forerunner, St. Nicholas, who loved giving
Forgetting himself and honoring God
So mankind could continue on in joyful, abundant living.