[Old Sarge]

Eight-year-old Virginia O'Hanlon wrote a letter to the editor of New York's Sun, and the quick response was printed as an unsigned editorial Sept. 21, 1897. The work of veteran newsman Francis Pharcellus Church has since become history's most reprinted newspaper editorial, appearing in part or whole in dozens of languages in books, movies, and other editorials, and on posters and stamps.

"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?

"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 [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 measure by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists 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 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 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 man 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, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

[Old Sarge]

My Christmas Message to all my FRiends.

[Old Sarge]

Merry Christmas to the staff of Freerepublic.com, from the Ramadi Chapter in Iraq (population 2)!

[Marine_Uncle]

Sarge, you get back to us safe all your toes, fingers, head and other parts save and sound to your loved ones. I have for a long time meant to private converse with you. Perhaps at the right time we shall. Being an "old boy from PA" perhaps we have much in common. One thing is for sure. I stand smartly at attention and salute you and every soldier, airmen, aviator, corpsmen, medic, doctor, nurse, Marine and all supporting individuals as you men and women continue to serve with strength, purpose, and HONOR in this noble and required mission.
May the good Lord that made all things and runs the show in the background, keep you all safe from harmsway, like a hen shields her tiny chicks covering them with her wings.
I like many here have your six. And our prayers will Lord willing bring you all home safe and sound upon completing your MO. Hang tight Sarg.

[RobbyS]

Merry Xmas! and a Happy New Year! God guard you and yours in whose charge they are placed.

[PGalt]

Thanks. Merry Christmas.

[Mercat]

My husband and I had this discussion with our son last night. He's 26. His two siblings are married and we have one grandchild. Charlie was arguing that maybe we shouldn't encourage our granddaughter to believe in Santa Claus since she'll find out some day that he doesn't exist. We both told him that we do believe in Santa and all he stands for and my husband asked him whether there was any proof that someone who grew up not believing in Santa was any stronger or healthier and he said that fantasy was a part of mental and social development. Oh, well, this editorial says it so well.