“Some of my boyfriends say there is no Santa Claus.
“Daddy said, ‘If you see it in THE SUN, that’s how it is.’
“Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?”
– VIRGINIA O’HANLON, 115 WEST 95th STREET
Virginie, your boyfriends are wrong. They were touched by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They only believe if they see. They think that nothing can be that is not understandable by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they are men or children, are small.
In this great universe of ours, man is a simple insect, an ant, in his intellect, in relation to the limitless world that surrounds him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. There is as sure as love, generosity and devotion do exist, and you know that they abound and give your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how sad the world would be if it weren’t for Santa Claus. It would be as sad as if it weren’t for Virginia.
There would therefore be no childish faith, no poetry, no novel to make this existence tolerable. We should have no enjoyment except in the senses and the sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.