"Yes, Dwight there is a Santa Claus, and he knows more about Bear attacks than you!"
My editorial on Mr. Church’s editorial: I’m not a hugely sentimental guy, but this letter gets to me every time I read it. It expresses in perfect language the absolute importance of believing in the good in life and ultimately people. The Oz Chronicles books, as bloody and scary as they are, express the same thing. I realize this won’t mean much to those of you who haven’t read the books, but for those of you who have, you should know that Stevie picked Oz as his warrior not because he was strong, or smart, or good – in fact, Oz treats Stevie terribly. Stevie picks Oz because he sees the magic in him, the good. Mr. Church is much more concise and congenial in his defense of the good in man, but I assure you we essentially are saying the same thing.
Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukkah! Happy Kwanzaa! Merry Buddhist Day! Good Hindu Holidays! Happy Good Merry Muslim Celebration! What every your beliefs, party like you’re at a Scranton party because everyone knows there ain’t no party like a Scranton party!
By Francis P. Church, first published in The New York Sun in 1897.
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:
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, 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 you 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 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, 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 lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.