“Yes, Virginia, There Is A Santa Claus.”
That’s the name of the children’s book Pam brought home the other day after a shopping trip. I didn’t immediately recall what it was until I opened the book and began reading it.
It was an illustrated version of the famous letter to the editor of New York’s Sun newspaper from Virginia O’Hanlon, an 8-year-old girl who was beginning to question whether Santa Claus was real. The short letter and response from veteran editor Francis Pharcellus Church has been the subject of dozens of children’s books and is arguably the most reprinted piece of newspaper lore.
I’m sure most of you have heard of this published piece, but I imagine many have forgotten the details of the newspaper editor’s response.
This piece always gets me thinking about the whole notion of believing. Every day most of us spend time reveling in the notion of believing in something we cannot see. We hope and exercise faith in any number of things, such as karma and fate, not clear to the eye. For me, the greatest example is the higher spirit, which according to my belief system is comprised of God and Jesus. For other faiths, there are other beings by different names, but no matter the references, the commonality is that people find faith, love and comfort in an unworldly power they cannot see.
Here’s the full version of Virginia’s letter and the editor’s response.
“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?”
The editor responds, “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 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.”
