Monday, December 20, 2010

yes, virginia.

{from here}

Every year at Christmastime, our local newspaper republishes Virginia's letter to the New York Sun, a letter originally published in 1897. My father made it a tradition to read the letter to us out loud when we were children, and to this day, this little letter is one of my very favorite Christmas-y things, perhaps because it so aptly describes more beautiful things in this life than just Santa Claus. Enjoy!

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? Signed, 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 Virginia. 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.


AbbieBabble said...

I LOVE this letter. Especially since my younger sister's name is Virginia, it's always been important in our house- our dad always read it aloud on Christmas, too.

Staley Mc said...

I love this post! What a great message!

Mom said...

I love your daddy and remembering how he would read that to you two at Christmastime! It is a precious letter; a treasure!

Come home for Christmas and be a little girl again; wasn't it fun!

Looking forward to our time together!!!

Love you :)

Anonymous said...

I love this! It's so sweet, and so true. I love this line: "The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see." Thank you for sharing!

Kim Humes said...

I love this too! I've never actually read the entire letter, and the prose is just beautiful! What a great way to set the scene for the coming weekend and remember what is important about this time of year