Yes, Internet, There IS A Santa Claus
By Jane Byers Goodwin on December 20, 2011
It makes me sad - in fact, it breaks my heart - that so many parents are not allowing their children to dwell in the world of innocent fantasy. These parents feel that to allow it is equivalent to lying to their children about what is real and what isn't.
Don't they understand that to a child, both worlds are real? I'll go one further: to all people of any age who retain their believing hearts, and who use their brains as God (and biology) intended, both worlds are real, too. It would be sad indeed if there really was only one world in which to dwell. This is one (of many) reasons I pity non-readers so much: how awful it would be to have only one world to live in!
My daughter was seven when she asked the Question: "Mommy, is there really a Santa Claus?"
However, thanks to Caroline Quiner Ingalls, I knew exactly how to answer her. And, this answer fully satisfied my little child, and me.
Laura and Mary's Ma knew how to explain to her children about Santa Claus without destroying their faith in miracles and magic:
. . . then Laura had a chance to speak without interrupting. She said "There isn't any fireplace."
"Whatever are you talking about?" Ma asked her.
"Santa Claus," Laura answered.
"Eat your supper, Laura, and let's not cross bridges till we come to them," said Ma.
Laura and Mary knew that Santa Claus could not come down a chimney when there was no chimney. One day Mary asked Ma how Santa Claus could come. Ma did not answer. Instead, she asked, "What do you girls want for Christmas?"
. . . "Ma!" (Laura) cried. "there IS a Santa Claus, isn't there?"
"Of course there's a Santa Claus," said Ma. She set the iron on the stove to heat again.
"The older you are, the more you know about Santa Claus," she said. "You are so big now, you know he can't be just one man, don't you? You know he is everywhere on Christmas Eve. He is in the Big Woods, and in Indian Territory, and far away in York State, and here. He comes down all the chimneys at the same time. You know that, don't you?"
"Yes, Ma," said Mary and Laura.
"Well," said Ma. "then you see - "
"I guess he is like angels," Mary said, slowly. And Laura could see that, just as well as Mary could.
Then Ma told them something else about Santa Claus. He was everywhere, and besides that, he was all the time.
Whenever anyone was unselfish, that was Santa Claus.
Christmas Eve was the time when everybody was unselfish. On that one night, Santa Claus was everywhere, because everybody, all together, stopped being selfish and wanted other people to be happy. And in the morning you saw what that had done.
"If everybody wanted everybody else to be happy, all the time, then would it be Christmas all the time?" Laura asked, and Ma said, "Yes, Laura."
--from On the Banks of Plum Creek, by Laura Ingalls Wilder
(Crossposted on Scheiss Weekly)
"Don't be content with being average. Average is as close to the bottom as it is to the top."
Jane blogs as "Mamacita" at Scheiss Weekly, hitting the fan like nobody can.
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