Hugh Lewis/Jefferson Jimplecute
At right you’ll find the story of one of my favorite Christmas specials. Actually, I love all the Peanuts holiday specials, but I always take the time on Christmas Eve to watch this one.
Charles Shultz’s A Peanuts Christmas let’s us focus on what’s important this season and the true meaning of Christmas.
But, when looking at the more “modern” aspects of the season, I fully believe there’s nothing more wonderous than the joy one sees on the face of a child. Whether it’s something simple like the fake “snow” that can be seen on Polk Street in front of our offices, or the open mouth joyous smile of a small child when they open gifts from Santa, it’s all mementous.
I still believe in Santa. Darla and Atticus laugh at me – sometimes to my face – about it, but even finding the paper wrapped “From Santa” gift with a blue ribbon that my mother created when I was little, makes me smile. I’ve never opened it – and probably never will. But it’s from Santa and it’s full of love and hope. And that’s all that matters.
Following is the classic letter published in 1897 and one I run every year.
Dear Editor,
I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say that there is no Santa Claus. Papa says “If you see it in the Sun, it is so.” Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?
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 our 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 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 that are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You 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, or 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 supernatural beauty and glory beyond.
Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else as real and abiding.
No Santa Claus? Thank God he lives and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, maybe 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the hearts of children.
Written by Francis P. Church in 1897