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.
In 1897 a little girl wrote a letter to the New York Sun newspaper.
Dear Editor:
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?Virginia O'Hanlon
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
world...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.
4 comments:
It must feel so good to have such a caring and loving community. Definately Christ has a hand in this.
I love this story. I'm so happy that there are some people out there that are feeling the Christmas Spirit.
Excellent tradition reading this story each year. Merry Christmas once again to you brave souls living in Wyoming.....burr!
I have many failures as a parent, but I think one of them has been the whole Santa thing. I've never really played it up, and when Dani asked me several years ago if Santa was real, I debated about whether or not to tell her the truth. I was thinking I didn't want her to confuse her belief in Santa with her belief in Christ, and I wanted to set the record straight that Christ is real, but Santa is a lovely fable and tradition. Fun, warm, but not real, not the way Christ is. Once I told her, she was sad, and said she wished I hadn't told her. Sigh. Oh, well. I don't know. I hope I'm not too Grinchy.
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