THE SUN, SUNDAY, DECEMBER 9, 1917..
t'ojiyrriAr. mi7, by ihr full 1'rlntliip mill I'nMhhlmi AmmlnlloH.
3fe Gflfjere a &anta Claus?
from Turn Sun Asyiemtrr 21, 1897.
77E uke pleasure in answering tt once and thui prominently the commuru
cation below, expressing at the lame time our great gratification that itt
faithful author it numbered among the friend of The Sun:
"Dtar Editor am 8 ytatt old.
aomt o my imujtttnai say Ihtrt is no Santa Uoui.
4 "Papa tayt 'If you nt it in THE SUN it't to.'
"Pltau ttll me Me truth, is thtrt a Santa Claui?
"115 Wttt Nintty-fifth ttrtttr
Uirginia. your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the scepti
ciim of a sceptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that
nothing can be which it 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 compated with the bound
less world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the
whole of truth and knowledge.
Set, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and gen
erosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your
life its highest beauty and joy. Alssl how dreary would be the world if there
were no Santa Clausl 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.
Dot 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 chil
dren 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
it 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 uth atide that curtain and view and
picture the tupernal beauty and glory beyond It it all real) Ah, Virginia, in
all this world there it nothing else real and abiding.
Do Santa Clausl Thank Godl he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand yes r
from now, Virginia, nay, ten timet ten thousand years from now. he will cue
tinue to make glad the heart of childhood.
HUHrottd by Luskin A. Hnxaa.
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