The winter solstice is one of my favorite days of the year. It’s a quiet passing of the shortest day and the entrance into a sleepy time of year, but it is also a time to celebrate the coming light. I grew up reciting Susan Cooper’s poem, The Shortest Day, for most of my childhood, and the notion that this magical day has been celebrated for centuries with festivals of light to “drive the darkness away” is so potent to me that I really do get chills thinking about this special night and the ancient practices associated with conjuring light and joy that have been preserved in one form or another through the ages. Though a bit of a Christmas cliche, this year, in the true American tradition of mixing traditions, I thought that I would share the 1897 letter from little Virginia O’Hanlon to the editor of The Sun, as a “modern” reminder of the magic of this season. In this cold dark time of year, when there are two feet of snow muffling all signs of anything green and living outside our door, a little faith, a little magic, and the optimistic glow of our cozy Christmas lights serve to remind me that, “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.” Welcome Yule!
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?
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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.