What do you believe? One of my heroes is Francis Pharcellus Church. You might not recognize the name, but you will recall a piece he wrote in 1897 in the New York Sun. His reply to a little girl named Virginia has become the most reprinted newspaper editorial in history.
I read Mr. Church’s response every year and wonder if it will still impact me. It does. One hundred twenty years after he jotted these words, they continue to be relevant and meaningful.
Mr. Church was a 58-year-old journalist at the time of writing, married, no children, and not a warm fuzzy guy or a fluff writer. He didn’t write for a byline or fame. This essay was not revealed to be his until after his death.
The piece is about so much more than Santa Claus, so please read it. We too live in an age where so many “have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see.”
He speaks the truth: “The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see.”
What is it that you need to believe in? Love? Fairness? The goodness in our fellow man?
Perhaps you insert that for “Santa Claus” as you read.
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 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.
The most important things are real and abiding. Love, laughter, friendship, faith, magic and miracles. These give your life its highest beauty and joy. Do we “see” them? We certainly feel them. Find your childlike faith again, and hold on to it, in the face of skeptics and cynicism. Dare to believe in love, goodness, and kindness. And you will have an amazing new year. I promise.