Secondhand Santa

Down on Main Street, past the fancy shops Where jingle bells and carols never stop There's a little store, windows dusty and dim But inside, a different kind of Christmas hymn Secondhand Santa, that's what they call him here With a pocketful of dreams and a heart that holds them dear He gathers worn-out toys, a mismatched set of tea For folks who might have nothing beneath the Christmas tree Some folks might scoff, say it's all a bit worn But Secondhand Santa knows the love it's borne A chipped-off rocking horse, a book with pages frayed Can hold more magic than a brand new price tag paid Some folks might scoff, say it's all a bit worn But Secondhand Santa knows the love it's borne A chipped-off rocking horse, a book with pages frayed Can hold more magic than a brand new price tag paid Secondhand Santa, that's what they call him here With a pocketful of dreams and a heart that holds them dear He gathers worn-out toys, a mismatched set of tea For folks who might have nothing beneath the Christmas tree He knows there's magic in the stories things can tell Of families who loved them, a Christmas morning spell A second chance for joy, a sparkle in the eye That's the greatest treasure, money just can't buy Secondhand Santa, that's what they call him here With a pocketful of dreams and a heart that holds them dear He gathers worn-out toys, a mismatched set of tea For folks who might have nothing beneath the Christmas tree So next time you see a light in that dusty little store Remember Secondhand Santa, spreading Christmas to the core For giving's not about the price, it's the love you share And Secondhand Santa shows us that with every single care