Skip to comments.Letter to Santa..
Posted on 12/24/2006 7:28:26 AM PST by pickrell
As I sit this morning, scanning through the spam that my filter missed, I opened a missive addressed at random. A plea for someone to answer. Through bleary eyes, I must try... for he deserves it.
"Please anybody... Is there a Virginia left anywhere?"
Your elves are wrong. They have been affected by the poison of an empty Media. A media that cannot believe that any value exists, other than what can be seen. A media that insists that young girls exist only to provide stimulation to the jaded and the faded, whom they idolize.
Yes, Santa, there is a Virginia. She exists as surely as Grandma's love for her exists. She exists as surely as Grandpa's pride in her and hope for her pours meaning into his life. She has always existed somewhere, in spite of the mistakes and callousness of a society which permits the sexualizing of children at ever younger ages, to satisfy the vanity and twisted pride of aging mothers. She exists in flyover country, and on those family farms whose function seems to escape and so puzzle the New York Times editorial writers.
Not believe in Virginia? You might as well not believe in tomorrow! The most real things in the world are those that our servicemen have sacrificed their lives for over the centuries, fighting to preserve and to protect the right of families to be safe in their homes; the right of communities to escape the tyranny sought by so many evil men.
Thank God she lives and is protected by them, and by what functioning community still remains, despite the best efforts of many to balkanize and divide us; to remove that 'opiate of the masses' which Lenin and Marx sought to cleanse the world of, and which torch is now carried by the ACLU, in their zeal to remove Christ, not just from Christmas, but from the rest of our society as well.
Thank God her parents value her, her sisters and her brothers, more than they value those wonderful vacations and other luxuries which they deny themselves. Thank God that they willingly trade that scarce and precious rest time, to instead go out and confront those who would teach her that her only value lies in what she wears and how well she learns the runway walk.
Thank God she is more to them that a glittery trinket to stay one step ahead of the Joneses.
No Virginia? Nonsense. Four-score and seven years from now- and more, if we retain the protection of Divine providence, (and a few iron men...) - she will still deserve a chance to have that time in her life; that innocent time, knowing trust and love, believing that she is more than what can be seen. She will still wonder at the fall of snow and the delicate wing of the butterfly; know kittens and cotton candy.
And she, and her sisters, will continue to learn what kind of childhood to protect for their own daughters...
...in the fullness of time.
Saw a movie on TV yesterday, with Sam Elliott, called "Prancer".
Don't think it will be up for an award, but it's a great little film about faith. Her name is Jessie, not Virginia, and the young actress that plays her IMO has a future in the biz.
We must have faith to make dreams come true. Merry Christmas.