We really wish that we would have been able to get our Thanksgiving table decorated in time to show it to you all before the big day tomorrow. Alas, life intervened, and we did not. We apologize but I am happy to say that I have something entirely different for you and perhaps something even more lovely than a Thanksgiving table.
I am sure many of you could agree that things seem to be a little grim recently in the worlds of politics and international news, and in the media in general. It is certainly easy to get a little discouraged and come to believe that we are on the brink of total disaster. Of course it is also important to remember that in the documented history of the world, I think pretty much every generation had moments where they thought the sky would fall on them (Some maybe literally). For goodness sakes, people survived the black plague and while it may not be as bad as a change to your country’s healthcare system, it is pretty bad. (I joke, I joke.) The other day I read a very eloquent and hopeful letter written by author E.B. White, who also wrote the children’s stories Stuart Little and Charlotte’s Web. He wrote it in response to a man who had asked him his opinion on the desperate state of society. I thought I would share this with you guys today and give you some nice warm and fuzzies on the week that starts the holiday season.
If you would like to read any more of the delightful letters E. B. White has written, head over to Letters of Note.
We hope everyone has a wonderful and perfect Thanksgiving tomorrow. We are very thankful for you.
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Have you guys ever had periods in your life when you questioned the way you were doing things because it didn’t feel like you were quite getting the results you wanted? I have been feeling a bit like that lately. It is amazing how easy it is for a normally self confident individual to start to question themselves. I think it is because we live in a world that is so obsessed with comparison and competition. Last week in our yoga class, our instructor was talking with us about how important it is to be yourself. She was saying we must act in a way that is true to who we are. It came at the perfect time for me and it definitely gave me the boost I needed to help me keep my little choo choo train chugging up the hill. Then yesterday, I was catching up on Letters of Note, one of my most favorite websites, and I read a letter that I felt was expressing a similar message. It was a letter from Frank Sinatra to his daughter Nancy and I just loved it so I thought you might too.
Chicken — a thought.
Strange, but I feel the world we live in demands that we be turned out in a pattern which resembles, in fact, is a facsimile of itself. And those of us who roll with the punches, who grin, who dare to wear foolish clown faces, who defy the system — well, we do it, and bully for us! Of course, there are those who do not. And the reason I think is that, (and I say this with some sadness) those up-tight, locked in people who resent and despise us, who fear us, and are bewildered by us, will one day come to realize that we possess rare and magical secrets, and more — love. Therefore, I am beginning to think that a few, (I hope many) are wondering if maybe there might be value to a firefly, or an instant-long roman candle.
Keep the faith
I am not sure why he wrote this letter to his daughter (whether it was on a whim or to help her through a hard time) but I have a feeling it might just have given her the little boost of confidence that she needed as well. Three cheers for awesome daddies.
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Can you all believe it is 4 days before Christmas? Colleen and I have both been feeling like this Christmas season has gone by much too fast and has also not been anywhere near as cheerful as we would have liked it to be. Primarily because of the awful tragedy in Newtown, Connecticut which has broken the whole nation’s heart along with some stressors that simply come along with being a grown up. I posted this last year but we felt like sharing it again would be a good thing to do today not only because we love tradition but also because we felt like it would be appropriate right now. We also want to state for the record that we both BELIEVE. Here is last year’s post…
The story of Virginia is one that I had heard referenced but had never read until last year. It touched me deeply when I read it because the author’s answer to Virginia rings true to me as the most important thing about this time of year. Despite all of the commotion that surrounds it, Christmas is essentially a celebration of love and the importance of believing in things that cannot be seen or touched but only felt with your heart. Whatever they may be.
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This is the original article taken from the New York Sun…
We take pleasure in answering thus prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time our great gratification that its faithful author is numbered among the friends of The Sun:
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 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 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
“Is There a Santa Claus?” reprinted from the September 21, 1897, number of The New York Sun.
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May you all have a Christmas filled with magic and take some time to remember to BELIEVE in whatever feels true in your heart.
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