10 Days of Christmas in July (Day 8) Yes, Virginia, There is a Santa Claus


I almost didn’t get to post today. My internet is out. Well, only in certain parts of the house. Go figure. Turns out out wifi modem is outdated. Technician is bringing a new one tomorrow. Hopefully, the problem will be solved. When you work from home like I do, and blogging is your second (vanity) occupation, internet is essential. I’m sure there are many who can sympathize. Anyway, on with today’s post…

One of my favorites from real life Christmas stories.

By Francis P. Church, first pub­lished in 
The New York Sun on Sep­tem­ber 21, 1897.
We take plea­sure in an­swer­ing thus promi­nently the com­mu­ni­ca­tion below, ex­press­ing at the same time our great grat­i­fi­ca­tion that its faith­ful author is num­bered among the friends of The Sun:

Dear Editor—
I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, “If you see it in The Sun, it’s so.” Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?
Vir­ginia O’Hanlon

Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been af­fected by the skep­ti­cism of a skep­ti­cal age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not com­pre­hen­si­ble by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great uni­verse of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his in­tel­lect as com­pared with the bound­less world about him, as mea­sured by the in­tel­li­gence capable of grasp­ing the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as cer­tainly as love and gen­eros­ity and de­vo­tion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no child­like faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tol­er­a­ble this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which child­hood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies. You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chim­neys on Christ­mas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither chil­dren nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can con­ceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and un­see­able in the world.

You tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil cov­er­ing the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the su­per­nal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives and lives forever. A thou­sand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will con­tinue to make glad the heart of childhood.

******

Has this been a favorite of yours as well?

Always in spirit…

This post is part of…

Share this post if you enjoyed! 🙂



Source link

Leave a Reply