Yes, Kangu, there is a Gahiggidy.
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 Gahiggidy! It would be as dreary as if there were no Kangus. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no pikmin, 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 Gahiggidy! You might as well not believe in pikmin. You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on E3 eve to catch Gahiggidy, but even if you did not see Gahiggidy coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Gahiggidy, but that is no sign that there is no Gahiggidy. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see pikmin 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, Kangu, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Gahiggidy? Thank God he lives and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Kangu, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
Merry Christmas and a Happy Revolution Day!!!!
