Santa Claus. You just got to believe in Santa Claus. Wasn’t Christmas just a little bit better when you believed? Weren’t you just a little bit excited that maybe, just maybe, the department store Santa was actually the real one? Or at the very least, could get the message to the real one?
You didn’t have to stop believing. You could have accepted getting your gifts from your parents, you could have experienced the happiness of “being” Santa to your own kids, and you could have kept on believing in the big guy,even though he didn’t visit your house anymore. It was all your choice. I still believe in Mr. Church’s testimony. How dreary we let our world become, when we stop believing.
In 1897, eight year old Virginia O’Hanlon asked her father if there really was a Santa Claus. Had Mr. Hanlon had access to the Internet he may have told his daughter to “google” it; but lacking 21st Century technology, Mr. Hanlon told his daughter to write to the “New York Sun”, a prominent New York City newspaper at the time, assuring her that “If you see it in The Sun, it’s so.” (I suppose we would need to check at Snopes.com these days.)
But in September of 1897, Francis Pharcellus Church took on the responsibility of answering Virgina’s question. If Mr. Church was alive today, I’m sure he’d have a large Twitter following. Mr. Church considered the question and made history with his answer to the little girl. Mr. Church made Virgina, The Sun readers, and for over a 112 years; he still makes us all believe in Santa Claus.
FROM THE SUN:
We take pleasure in answering 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?”
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.
YES VIRGINIA, I STILL BELIEVE IN SANTA CLAUS!