Archive for December, 2007

The end of the season

Well, dinner is served and eaten, the presents have been opened, the movies all watched, and the sun has set. In a few scant hours my favorite time of the year will be over. Which is why it’s important now, more than ever, to remember to hold on to these feelings the whole year around. It’s so easy to forget the wonder that comes with the holidays, the magic, the pure joy that for a month or so can be found everywhere. From Thanksgiving to Christmas, people open their hearts and invite others in where they might have been closed before. They find time and love for people they would otherwise forget or ignore. They show the best of what it means to be a human being.

Here’s to hoping that this year, a few people will remember the feelings of love, gratitude, forgiveness, and charity that they might have adopted this season. And with that, I leave you all with the lyrics to my favorite Christmas carol. May the new year bring you nothing but joy and blessings, and may your lives be something you’re not only happy with, but proud of. Merry Christmas and happy holidays.

Good King Wenceslas


So, the first time I read this, I was in the 5th grade and didn’t understand about half of it. I haven’t seen it in years, but decided to look it up now on a whim. Can’t believe it’s still floating around out there. Enjoy.

Sick Minds Only

A Christmas message

I’ve been seeing a lot of frustration these days. I read about people’s problems. I notice that LJ entries don’t get replies unless there are about the horrible things going on in our lives. We get together to rant, but not as often to talk about the various blessings in our lives.

Please remember what this season is about when you read this. I posted it last year, but I think it’s time I do again.

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, 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.

Meme ahoy

(stolen from several people)

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