With apologies to Francis P. Church and Virginia O'Hanlon:
I am 8 years old. Some of my friends say there is no Santa Claus. My dad says, "If you read it on the Net, it must be so." Please tell me the truth. Is there a Santa Claus?
-- Virginia O'Hanlon
Virginia, your friends are wrong. We live in a very strange time in which very clever but cynical people claim there is no such thing as the truth -- and yet never miss a chance to tell young people what the truth is. They tell this same story over and over in various forms -- songs, cartoons and video games -- to you and your friends. Your friends have listened and accepted; to your credit, you have listened and questioned what you've heard.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. I know if you surf the Web you'll find more Web pages and blogs that suggest that he is just a myth -- or worse, a joke -- than sites that say he is real. Saddest of all are those sites that argue that Santa Claus is impossible, that reindeer can't fly or that no one could visit so many homes in a single night. These last stories are written by confused adults who don't believe in miracles and want to force children to think as they do. They call it being realistic.
But Virginia, how can anyone not believe in miracles? Look around you. There are miracles everywhere -- oddly enough, many of them created by the same people who tell you not to believe in them (grown-ups are funny that way). Think about this: It is very possible that the entire universe is made of invisible strings. These strings vibrate in such a way as to create galaxies and bluebirds, atoms and daffodils … in other words, Virginia, the entire universe may be made of music! Isn't that a miracle? And isn't it a miracle too that human beings -- tiny creatures on a tiny planet in a corner of the Milky Way -- could even imagine such a thing?
Oh, Virginia, there are so many miracles. Think of that computer chip in your cell phone or iPod that goes through as many thoughts in a second as you will have heartbeats in your entire life. Or of those thousands of people in the world now who carry around transplanted hearts and livers and lungs. Or of those two man-made Rovers that crawl around the surface of Mars at this very moment. These are miracles, Virginia, every one of them.
But there are other miracles too, Virginia, much closer to home. Every day when you walk down the street or through the mall you meet many people who carry with them enormous burdens -- some have terrible pasts, some are sick or frightened, others have cares and responsibilities they can hardly bear, some are even dying -- yet you would never know it by looking at them. Some of them may even live in your own home. Each morning they get up, put on a smile and go out into the world and try to make it a better place. They are very, very brave people -- and what they do each day is no less a miracle than the birth of stars.