Letter from the Publisher: Holiday 2023

Dec 07, 2023 at 01:23 pm by RMGadmin

Dear Readers, 
I am reminded, as I am every year, since starting the magazine, I have published in our Holiday Issue, this time-honored letter that sums up in such profound succinctness, what this holiday season is really all about. For as we celebrate the birth of one child – the child for all time – we also celebrate all children and those too, with the heart of a child. For on Christmas, we rejoice in that feeling of magic, all around us, and the willingness – even if only for a little bit, to see the world through the eyes of a child. The very idea of Santa is representative in so many ways, of the birth of Christ and the whole point behind this blessed story. The story of Santa (and his Elves) exists to show us real love, true kindness and the spreading of joy among all men. He personifies what we are celebrating on Christmas Eve when a Savior is born to exude and spread that very same message of love above all. All YOU have to do, whether a child or an adult, is BELIEVE. This holy season, I know my prayer is your prayer. I know my belief is yours. From our house to yours Williamson County, may this Christmas season be filled with light, hope, love, faith and a belief in something that cannot always be seen.

Shelly Robertson Birdsong 
Publisher | Editor-in-Chief

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 September 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.


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 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.

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