Yes, Virginia … Forever And Ever

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It had to happen sooner or later. My youngest grandson, Stanley, who just turned 9 in November, came home from school one day with what I call the “Yes, Virginia” question. Although he is a big boy for his age, standing almost 5 feet if not more, he has a childlike heart that is always filled with wonder at the magic in nature and the world around him. The sight of a butterfly emerging out of its cocoon has all the beauty and splendor to him that the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel would have for us. So I knew that when the time came, he would be deeply troubled:

“My friends said that there is no Santa Claus and that our parents buy all the presents. Is that true?”

His mother did the very best she could to assure him that there was no way she could afford all of the things that appear under the tree on Christmas morning, and that she had no hand in the cookies that mysteriously disappeared overnight on Christmas Eve. I put my two cents in, for what it was worth, and assured him that the reason there would always be a Santa is because Santa is Love, and the world always needs all the love it can get.

I would be shirking my duties here if I did not share the response to this all-important childhood question from the one person who did it better than anyone else, Mr. Francis Church, Editor of the New York Sun, back in 1897, in response to a letter from 8-year-old Virginia O’Hanlon:

Dear Editor,
I am eight 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.
115 W.95th St


VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] 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 they 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 may 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, fancy, 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 he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

It seems to me that with the shape the world is in, we need Santa, and all that he stands for, now more than ever. May the love and blessings that he represents never, ever, leave us, and may we all see the magic and wonder of the world through the eyes and hearts of children.
Peace and blessings.
P.S. Merry Christmas! Over on the Home Page, your last writing assignment for 2018 is a chance for you to be 8 years old again. As always, have fun with this and remember to just keep writing.

4 thoughts on “Yes, Virginia … Forever And Ever

  1. As a young girl I doubted that there was a Santa. It wasn’t until my mother explained to my sister and I about Christmas Magic. She shared her insights and left it up to us if we, too, wanted to believe it. That Christmas Eve, sleepless with anticipation and wondering if I behaved well-enough to deserve any gifts, I saw what I now know was a shooting star in the night sky. In the moment I saw the line of glitter cross the heavens, I knew in my heart that Christmas Magic was real. Merry Christmas, Barb. Thank you for tugging on this gal’s heart string today.

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  2. By the time I was 8 years old, I had a sneaky feeling that my Dad was Santa Claus but I kept quiet about it because I always got a gift that I wanted – without the Christmas tree. 🙂

    Come to think of it, Daddy was a real Santa and kept giving us gifts both tangible and lessons throughout our time together in this lifetime.

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