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December 25, 2007

Video of the Day: "Yes, Virginia, There is a Santa Claus"

One of the most famous editorials of all time appeared in September 21, 1897 issue of the The NY Sun. Ten-year-old Virginia O'Hanlon's letter asking, "Is there a Santa Claus" was published with a response by editor Francis Pharcellus Church that now appears reprinted in newspapers year after year (though many times with one paragraph - the third to last - deleted).

The video above has veteran newsman Gabe Pressman of WNBC reading the classic letter. You can see the actual clipping here at Newseum; we've reprinted the editorial here:2007_12_yesvirg.jpg

"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 [what] 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.

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Comments (4)

I saw on antiques roadshow some guy had the original letter sent to the sun from Virginia.

 

I've noticed there's two kinds of kid. The kind of kid who knew all along that we were all pretending there was a Santa Claus, and just cheerfully playing along. Then other kind, who actually believed there was a Santa Claus, and cried their eyes out when they finally got it.

(I was of the first camp, totally enjoying watching my parents trying to keep their stories straight, and loved listening to them wrap our presents in the middle of the night, while me and my brothers pretended to be asleep."

My friends of the second camp are all rather miserable, whiney adults, poor things. That's all I have to say on the subject of believing in Santa Claus.

 

I've noticed there's two kinds of kid. The kind of kid who knew all along that we were all pretending there was a Santa Claus, and just cheerfully played along. Then other kind, who actually believed there was a Santa Claus, and cried their eyes out when they finally got it.

(I was of the first camp, totally enjoying watching my parents trying to keep their stories straight, and loved listening to them wrap our presents in the middle of the night, while me and my brothers pretended to be asleep."

My friends of the second camp are all rather miserable, whiney adults, poor things. That's all I have to say on the subject of believing in Santa Claus.

 

There must be more than 2 kinds because I believed in Santa but never cried my eyes out or became miserable and whiny when I figured it out.

 
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