That convinces me, books are rather worthless. We could have done without the invention of writing altogether if it weren’t for the need of extra long grocery lists from time to time.
I think science does indicate there is no Santa’s workshop at the north pole. Scientist have been there and had a look around and there is no part of an elf ecosystem to be found.
The evidence for Santa comes from magic, not science. When science proves the existence of magic then the encyclopedia will probably report Santa at the north pole. (magic having made computers worthless and we revert to print media)
I actually never saw this movie to the end. The animation is too hideous.
I think the hobo used that tone because he (the hobo) *is *a ghost. So, yes, it’s interesting that a kid who doesn’t believe in ghosts is, in fact, speaking to one.
That same hobo ghost also tells the boy that “seeing is believing.” The kid never really believed until he was actually at the north pole. Recall, when he first picked up the bell, he could not hear it. Not until Santa walked over in front of him did he say, “I believe” and then heard the bell. He uses his own observations and experience rather than relying on the word of another person or book.
You have fallen for the coverup, caused by Big Toy funding science. If it became known that Santa truly lived ToysRUs would be deserted in December. Think of the hit to the economy! The Postal Service intercepts children’s letters to Santa and uses them for marketing research. Did you know there is a secret clause in the building codes to mandate anti-Claus technology in new chimneys?
The problem with the movie is it takes nothing for the kid to believe. He has been picked up in the middle of the night by a magical train, fed by dancing waiters, met a ghost, gone into a magical city filled with elves, been loaded into Santa’s bag, watched the reindeer, and met Santa personally. There is no reason for him to have any doubts about Santa’s existence at the end of the movie. It makes as much sense for him to doubt Santa as for me to doubt the existence of Yankee Stadium.