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THE MCHENRY PLAINDEALER Is There a Santa Claus? Many years have passed since the editor of the JSILUJ HjoxH Sun sat down to answer a letter from a worried eight-year-old reader. It had shaken her whole world to have someone tell her that there is no Santa Claus. The reply, originally published as an editorial in the Sun, so completely expresses the spirit of Christmas, that it has become one of our most beloved Christmas classics. The editor was Francis P. Chur­ ch. "Dear Editor -1 am 8 years old. "Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. "Papa says 4If you see it in The Sun it's so.' "Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus? "Virginia O'HanlorT* "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 chimmeys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming, 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 c ourse 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 in­ side, 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 super­ nal 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 maJU gCaA t(U (Uaxt of ckiCd/iood. "