So, I know most of us are adults, and grown, but...How many of you still believe in Santa? Any? This wolf does. I am proud and happy to say I believe in Santa! Why you ask? Why would any sane ((questionable)) Rational((Am i?)) Adult believe in Santa? Well, I think that is perhaps best left to a letter that I always like this time of year.

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 external 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 you 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 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, 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 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.
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I ahve to say this is partly the reason why. The other part, we go back to when I was in my teens. My sister wanted one of those dolls, you know the ones, those that have that bazillion expensive accesories, like strollers, and clothes and stuff. Well, I knew that my parents had gotten her the doll, but they couldn't afford the stroller. Christmas morning comes, presents are opened, and after all the fuss, there is one present left. Now, my parents when signing Santa's name always used big block style lettering. This tag was in a fancy old fashioned script, and the paper...the paper was unlike any we had seen. Beautiful! Inside, was the stroller that my sister wanted for this doll. I know my parents didn't by it, as they were having a whispered back and forth about this. My sister played with taht doll and stroller for many many years. So yes. I beleive in Santa. What's that you ask? Have I ever gotten gifts for myself from the big guy? *smiles* Well. Yes, I have. but those are for another story.


MERRY CHRISTMAS!