Friday, December 16, 2016

A Little Letter

Gentle Friends... I've always loved this part of Christmas folklore...... 
in 1897 a letter was sent by a child....
... and the editorial written by Francis Church of  "The Sun".......

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 child-like 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, 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.
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There you go sports fans, something to think about as we head into the last week before Christmas....  Have a super weekend!!

Take care,
edgar


8 comments:

wenda j said...

I heard this story,I have even seen a movie based on the two letters. These have stood tall and firm with the passage of time,I never tire of. I hope you and family have a great holiday with peace, love and hope in your hearts.

Barb said...

I love this story too Edgar! Thanks for sharing it with us.

CathieJ said...

I have always loved this beautiful story also.

Margaret said...

It really is a wonderful story. Thanks for reminding me of it!

Karyn said...

One of my favorites...thanks for the reminder!
Hugs

Vicki said...

I have always loved this story!!

Susan said...

I read this every year and I have suggested that many people read it. He is buried in Sleepy Hollow cemetery - quite fitting I think because it is a beautiful ad peaceful place.

Justine said...

What beautiful letters, I had never heard of this before. Thank you for sharing.