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Is There a Santa Claus?
12-23-2002 E 10:55 p.m.
I'm to be an aunt in July. Jessy sprung the news on us tonight. I'm...a bit shocked, yet...not. I knew Jessy would get pregnant soon after she got married, but not two months after! Dad says he wants to be called "Gramps." Mom moaned teasingly she's not ready to be a grandma. But ready or not, the new arrival will make his/her debut around July 27th. More on this later.

Tonight I wanna share an editorial from the New York Sun circa September 21, 1897. It's entitled Is There a Santa Claus? Francis P. Church answered this letter by 8-year-old Virginia O'Hanlon:

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?

He answered with such a great reply:
Virginia you're 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 truth and knowledge.

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly 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 child-like 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 proof? 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 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, 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 thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

As I first read this awhile back, my heart warmed to this long-dead stranger. And I thought, How wonderful it is that this man took the time to address a lil girl's concern and not scoff and disillusion her. Men like this, or people like this, renew hope and faith and kindness in me. Merry Christmas, y'all.

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