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The following article originally appeared on the editorial page of the New York Sun, September 21, 1897, and was reprinted for many years in the December 24 editions of the newspaper.
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e take pleasure in answering at once and 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
115 West Ninety-fifth Street
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 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, not 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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