Editorial Page,
New York Sun, 1897
We take pleasure in answering thus
prominently the communication below,
expressing at the same time our great
gratification that its faithful author is
numbered among the friends of The Sun:
Dear Editor,
I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus.
Papa says, "If you see it in The Sun, it's so." Please tell me
the truth, is there a Santa Claus?
Virginia O'Hanlon
Virginia, your little friends
are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age.
They do not believe except what 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 external 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 you 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 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, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Santa Claus!
Thank God! he lives and lives forever. A thousand years from now,
Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make
glad the heart of childhood.
Merry Christmas and a
Happy New Year!!!!
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your Letter From Santa Now
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