Just in the last couple of days we have received an anonymous delivery of meat, an unmarked bag full of 5 wrapped gifts, and a couple very generous financial contributions. Each time I have discovered these gifts, I am just flabbergasted at the charity, the pure love of Christ, that people have flowing through them.
One of the Christmas books the girls and I have read is called Yes, Virginia, There Is a Santa Claus.
I am eight 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?
The Sun's response perfectly expresses how I feel:
Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the
skepticism of a skeptical age...
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 our
life its highest beauty and joy...
The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men
can see. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the
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.