The following editorial first appeared in the New York Sun in 1897 and was written by the late Mr. Frank P. Church:
We 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
Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have
been affected by the scepticism of a sceptical 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 may 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, 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.
Merry Christmas!