Because every shop is making me think about Christmas…

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.

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7 responses to “Because every shop is making me think about Christmas…

  1. ali

    This put the biggest smile on my face. I LOVE IT!!!!!!

  2. Where is that from? It’s lovely.

    And I adore that first photograph

    xx

    ps does this mean that you are….. BACK??!!!!

  3. Do you have Internet now and you’re back? 😀

  4. No I’m not back unfortunately!!! I just had a minute spare and posted that letter which I love! Fingers crossed I’ll have the internet by next week!!!! Can’t wait to catch up on all your blogs!!!!
    It’s a famous letter writen by the editor of the New York Sun (I think) years ago in answer to a letter by a little girl who asked if Santa was real because people in school had told her he wasn’t!

  5. Hi,

    When surfing through some peoples blogs I happened to come across yours. When I saw this entry I had to stop and smile. I love that editorial so much. I just started working at a Christmas store (I know, I know, Its only the beginning of November), and it was really cool remember the spirit of Santa Clause and what Christmas means to children now that I’m dealing so much with the commercial aspect of it. The pictures you paired with the piece were beautiful as are all the ones I saw while scrolling through.

  6. wait am i grinning ear to ear?

    yep. thats forsure

    ehx oh,
    tori

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