Yes, Virginia, There is a Santa Claus
A famous letter from Virgina O’Hanlon to the editorial of The New York Sun, first printed in 1897.
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 |
Here is the reply to Virginia’s letter:
Virginia,
your little friends are wrong.
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.
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