By Lawrence Pfeil, Jr.
Christmas this year is unimaginably difficult for more than 300K families where a loved one will be missing, for millions more who are out of work and hungry, and for our nation which despite a decisive election still has its democracy in peril. It’s hard to find joy in a world with so much suffering, mistrust, anger, and division. In a season meant to celebrate the light, we see only darkness.
There’s no getting around reality this year, except to remind us to believe.
Christmas is about the wonder of believing. Whether it’s in one’s faith, the magic of Santa, or peace and goodwill towards all, believing unites us ever so briefly each year. Imagining those ideas in which we believe creates wonder in our lives and our hearts, creates love.
It’s easy to forget that the other 364 days of the year, especially in 2020.
One of the best reminders was written almost 125 years by a little girl to a newspaper editor. It’s become history’s most reprinted newspaper editorial, appearing in dozens of languages in books, movies, posters, stamps, and other editorials like this one.
But before you stop reading because you’ve read it before, read on and believe again.
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?
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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 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.
Francis P. Church, Editor
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