Hello
everyone –
In
the second installment of my hollydaze Quotemail series, I have two pieces to
share about the Yuletide gift-giver who is most familiar in North America – Santa
Claus. Despite the misappropriation of this beloved figure by commercial
interests each December, Santa’s core message remains the same from one
generation to the next, and it’s a message that isn’t limited to a single
holiday or religion or culture or nation. Here’s how Fred Astaire summarized
the message of Santa Claus in the closing narration of the classic Rankin-Bass
holiday special, Santa Claus Is Coming to Town (1970):
“But
what would happen if we all tried to be like Santa and learned to give, as only
he can give: of ourselves, our talents, our love and our hearts? Maybe we could
all learn Santa’s beautiful lesson, and maybe there would finally be peace on
Earth and good will toward men.”
First
of all, I’d like to share with you the most famous newspaper editorial in
American history – to remind us all that we have a wonderful opportunity to
share our stories, insights, and encouragement with a world that stands in
desperate need of HOPE. And now (drumroll, please) – without further delay (cue
the spotlight) – here’s the most famous newspaper editorial in American
history!
“Yes,
Virginia, There Is a Santa Claus”
[Eight-year-old
Virginia O'Hanlon wrote a letter to the editor of New York's Sun, and
the quick response was printed as an unsigned editorial Sept. 21, 1897. The
work of veteran newsman Francis Pharcellus Church has since become history's
most reprinted newspaper editorial, appearing in part or whole in dozens of
languages in books, movies, and other editorials, and on posters and stamps.]
“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.
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.
Selections
from My Remarks at the ACES Honors Symposium
Friday,
April 13th, 2007
[Editor’s
Note: Here are some of my own reflections on the message of Santa Claus – a
message for all people, all over the world, especially for children, their
families, and their caregivers.]
In L. Frank Baum’s classic holiday tale, The Life and Adventures of Santa
Claus (1902), we meet a young man named Claus, a human foundling raised
by the immortal denizens of an enchanted forest. In his young manhood, he chose
to dwell among mortal humans because he wanted to share the joys of his own
happy childhood with the children of humankind. At first he simply played,
sang, and shared stories with the children who lived near his home in the
Laughing Valley of Hohaho, but afterward, he “invented” the first toys and
spread the joy of giving Yuletide gifts around the world. Claus obtained
endless life within the circles of the world, when the immortals who had raised
him endowed him with the Mantle of Immortality. They gave Claus such a
momentous gift because Claus had seen that the lives of mortal children in that
long-ago time were filled with drudgery and misery, and he had determined to
correct this injustice by sharing with them the fruits of his experience –
namely, that a happy childhood, filled with kindness and giving, could lay the
foundation for a better world when the children grew up.
Baum summarizes so eloquently the lessons to be drawn from his mythical
biography of Santa Claus that they require no further comment on my part. He
writes:
Everything
perishes except the world itself and its keepers. But while life lasts,
everything on Earth has its use. The wise seek ways to be helpful to the world,
for the helpful ones are sure to live again. … Yet every man has his mission,
which is to leave the world better, in some way, than he found it. (Book I,
Chapters 6 & 7)
[Santa
Claus] brought toys to the children because they were little and helpless, and
because he loved them. He knew that the best of children were sometimes
naughty, and that the naughty ones were often good. It is the way with children,
the world over, and he would not have changed their natures had he possessed
the power to do so. And that is how our Claus became Santa Claus. It is
possible for any man, by good deeds, to enshrine himself as a Saint in the
hearts of the people. (Book II, Chapter 9)
It
is true that great warriors and mighty kings and clever scholars of that day
were often spoken of by the people; but no one of them was so greatly beloved
as Santa Claus, because none other was so unselfish as to devote himself to
making others happy. For a generous deed lives longer than a great battle or a
king's decree or a scholar's essay, because it spreads and leaves its mark on
all nature and endures through many generations. (Book II, Chapter 11)
“In
all this world there is nothing so beautiful as a happy child,” says good old
Santa Claus; and if he had his way, the children would all be beautiful, for
all would be happy. (Book III, Chapter 3)
Next
time: tales and verses about the Winter Solstice, coming to the world around
you on Thursday, December 21st! :)
Until
then –
Rob
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