I Believe

I am taking a break from the Christmas trees today.

I want to tell you something.

Something really important.

I believe.

I believe in the Christmas miracle. I believe in the birth of Christ, my Savior. My Lord. My King. I believe. I believe. I believe!

I also believe in other things.

I believe in the innocence of child-like awe of secrets and surprises and the entire package that comes with Santa, his elves and reindeer that fly from the North Pole.

I believe while you have the right to tell your kids whatever you want you do NOT have the right to tell my children.

I believe in Santa. My kids believe in Santa. If you don’t believe then please just let it go and don’t feel you have some misplaced duty to tell my children.

So many things from my childhood no longer matter to many of my generation. So many people have lost their joy and any child-like innocence they once had after so many years living in the reality of the grownup world.

I want to share something with you.

Tuesday, September 21, 1897, New York Sun, witten by Francis Pharcellus Church, clipping image from Newseum.

We Take Pleasure in answering at once and thus prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time out 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.
“115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH STREET.”

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.

If you don’t believe in love, generosity and devotion what do you believe in?

11 Responses to “I Believe”

  • Mary says:

    Its a joke around our house when I look out the window looking for the deer that roam our yard. Hubby will ask what I’m looking at and I’ll answer “I’m looking for reindeer” and he’ll respond “There’s no such thing as reindeer”. To which I’ll respond “That’s like saying there’s no such thing as Santa Claus”. So, yes, I believe!

  • Melanie says:

    That is what Dr. James Dobson spoke about this morning. How children need fantasy to grow into whole adults. Could you imagine a life without fantasy as a child? How could you ever come to meet your dreams in life where would those dreams even come from?

  • Stacey Clay says:

    Well said Angie! My hats off to you! I am also a believer.

    As for the newspaper column, it is my all time favorite newspaper column answer. It was so well written and is absolutely beautiful. It will be one that has been and will be remembered for generations.

    Merry Christmas to you Angie!

  • Shea says:

    I love this! It’s perfect. It’s funny, there comes a time in everyone’s lives that they go up to their parents and ask “the question” about Santa. My brother never did. He refused to believe that there couldn’t possibly be a Santa Claus. Plus, he thought that if he ever expressed disbelief, that there wouldn’t be any presents. He chose to err on the side of ignorance. The man is 38 years old and will still tell you that there is a Santa Claus. I love that he has always done this.

  • Hope says:

    I’m a believer. I want my grandson to know the fun and joy of Santa.

  • Linda says:

    Great post Angie,
    I BELIEVE!!!!!!

  • charlotte says:

    Thank you!
    I BELIEVE !!!!

  • kenju says:

    I agree wholeheartedly, Angie!!

  • renn says:

    When our daughter was born, we elected not to believe in Santa Claus.

    It turned out that, regardless of our intentions or wishes, our daughter believed anyway. She was convinced that we told her there was no Santa just to mess with her. We consider it our lesson learned.

  • Jennifer says:

    I believe I agree with you totally

  • the bee says:

    My nephew once told me that people who do not believe get crappy sweaters for Christmas. Well put. I Believe !

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