The Magic - of your Hands - Your Heart is the Key
Verse 1
Today my son looked up at me
With eyes so wide and pure
He said, “Mom, is Santa real?
Does he really walk our door?”
And before I even thought it through
The words just slipped from me
“Yeah… of course he’s real,” I said
Like truth and memory
But then my mind began to wander
To the strangest thing we do
We teach them all about the magic
Then say it isn’t true
When they grow older, dreams grow colder
Like winter in the air
And I wondered when the sparkle fades—
Does Santa vanish, or our care?
Is it Santa who disappears
Or is it us who lose the dream?
The heart that once believed
Stops glowing at the seams
But if we’d only open up
And let our spirits fly
Our wishes might grow wings again
And touch the winter sky
And I thought about my own heart
How Christmas lost its shine
The years that dimmed the starlight
That once felt so divine
But giving and receiving
Are a dance we learn in time
And balance holds the secret key
To joy that’s truly mine
So maybe if we dare again
To dream like children do
The things we long for quietly
Might finally come true
For you can’t ride in a taxi
And never say the place
How can life guide you anywhere
If dreams aren’t given space?
Is it Santa who disappears
Or is it us who lose the dream?
The heart that once believed
Stops glowing at the seams
But if we’d only open up
And let our spirits fly
Our wishes might grow wings again
And touch the winter sky
Unlock the door inside your chest
Let the child you were come home
‘Cause magic needs a heartbeat
So it never walks alone
And every dream begins the same—
With one small, whispered plea
A little hope, a little faith
That says “This could be me.”
Is it Santa who disappears
Or is it we who stop believing?
If dreams are maps, then hope’s the key
To all we’re meant to be receiving
So open wide your tender heart
Let wonder set you free
For nothing real can come to life
Unless we dare to see
