In The Blink Of An Eye, It’s Over!
The message of Christmas is that the visible material world is bound to the invisible spiritual world.
We spend months saving! We spend weeks shopping! We spend days preparing! We spend hours enjoying and then it’s over! Except for the memories it planted in our hearts! Except for the joy it painted in our minds! Except for the love it reaffirmed within our souls! Christmas is just that special gift we all need at the end of every year to give up hope for the hours, days, weeks, and months to come in the New Year! And all because God deemed to send a tiny being into the world…..a perfect gift for mankind…..the bridge we all will need to guarantee our place with him for all eternity, if we accept and believe! And I believe! Yes, indeed, I believe!
I also believe in Santa Clause, as well, for some very specific reasons, many of which I saw through the eyes of my grandson, Landon, as he first caught sight of his presents under the tree yesterday. Now there would be some out there who might be tempted to damn me to hell for admitting such a thing in a public forum. However, in my opinion the magic that is Christmas day can not be easily divided between the spiritual and the secular side of the celebration. For it is through the inter-twining of the two that we are all given this perfect day every year. And no better example exists of this very fact than a letter written many years ago by a little girl to the editor of THE SUN, a local New York City newspaper of the day. And though I know you all must know to what I am referring, for those who may not, I want to share with you both the letter she wrote and the response that was published!
“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 children.
Francis Pharcellus Church, Editor
Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God.
1 John 4:7
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