Yes, Virginia, There is a Santa Claus

Merry, merry Christmas to you, duckies, on this festive holiday! (And for those who may not celebrate it: HAPPY HOLIDAYS!)

I want to share with you a letter that I have loved since I was a child. It is in an pure act of love that this man, Mr. Francis P. Church, responded to a troubled little girl, Virginia O’Hanlon. I know my fair share of journalistic responsibilities (having worked for a little while at Wooster Weekly News) and I imagine that it would’ve been easy to let this letter slide into the trash. However, Church, in the goodness of his heart, published a response in The Sun that soon garnered national attention.


I now present to you: “Yes, Virginia, There is a Santa Claus”

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
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 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.

[From The Sun, September 21, 1897]

For me, it speaks wonders of the human condition that this man took the time to answer this little girl’s question: “Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?” Even nowadays it would be so easy to get consumed with our own desires and responsibilities that we don’t take the time to nurture a child’s heart. I still, to this day, believe that there is a Santa Claus. In part, because of this article. It speaks truth and opens the reader’s own heart, their imagination, if you’ll allow it.

I hope this letter has touched all of you in some way. I still have my own personal news clipping tucked away in a copy of The Night Before Christmas. I’m not even sure where it came from, I just know I’ve always had it… and that every Christmas season I read it to keep the wonder alive.


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