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Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Have you ever come across something at just the time you needed it? Well that is what happened to me yesterday morning. I was finishing up my post and looking at a few blogs before heading out to work and then I came across a blog that I should be visiting more regularly. This blog is written by a lovely lady and I always enjoy reading her posts. Yesterday however, it was her post that gave me what I was lacking this season.

While ya'll may not know the details, ya'll know that I have have had a year of pain and turmoil to say the least. And as I have worked on rebuilding, and as things seem to be getting better, I now realize that my ability to trust, to have faith in things that I cannot see, no longer exists. If I don't see it - I don't trust it. Period. It is the reason that as I put on a happy face, and pretend to be in the holiday spirit, my heart for the first time I can ever remember, is just not in it. I have been afraid to relax, to believe, to have faith in people.

And as I read Cheryl's post, it touched me in a way that I needed this season and brought a tear to my eye. And so, I "lifted" this from her (hope you don't mind) to share with you in hopes that you too will find your childlike faith again. Merry Christmas my friends!!

"Yes, Virginia, There is a Santa Claus"

By Francis P. Church, first published in The New York Sun in 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.

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