As a child I always looked forward to the Christmas season: a time for family and friends, Christmas tree decorating, and candle light services at my church in Stoughton, Massachusetts. At the end of 1979, when I was ten years old, I was given a chance to write a report for extra credit for my fifth grade teacher. The topic, for our history/social studies class, was up to me. I had already been doing genealogy for a couple years at that point and wanted to solve mysteries. What about Santa Claus? Was he a myth? as I was beginning to suspect.
Warming to the subject, I canvassed my classmates. Some were disbelievers; others knew that Santa was real. My teacher overheard me and told me that a little girl named Virginia once wrote a letter to the newspaper with an inquiry like mine. I figured my teacher was pulling my leg, and that she made it up. That evening I told my mother I needed to go to our public library for homework. I was a regular visitor to our public library in Stoughton, where I now serve as a trustee. The handy Encyclopedia Britannica proved my teacher correct. In 1897, an eight-year-old girl named Virginia wrote “Papa says ‘If you see it in the The [New York] Sun it’s so.’ Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?”
Her letter appeared in the Sun on 21 September 1897. The letter was published in an editorial written by a former Civil War correspondent named Francis Pharcellus Church. His reply to Virginia spoke volumes to the young girl and many other children that year:
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 external 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 you 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 men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, 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 lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
Now my genealogical curiosity had kicked in – who was Virginia? In the days before quick Google searches I discovered that I would need to write some letters and scan some microfilm. I started by writing to the New York Public library. The librarians there informed me the little girl “Virginia” was in fact a real little girl! Laura Virginia O’Hanlon was born in Manhattan on 20 July 1889.
Virginia graduated from Hunter College in New York with the class of 1910. She obtained her master’s degree in education from Columbia in 1912, and later a doctorate from Fordham University. She worked in the education field until she retired in the late 1950s. I had hoped to write a letter to Dr. Virginia O’Hanlon Douglas – sadly, she died when I was nearly two years old, on 13 May 1971, at the age of 81. Her last living grandson Jim Temple still gets newspaper inquiries all these years later about his famous grandmother and her letter. Virginia’s descendants carry on her legacy to keep Christmas alive in the hearts of children.
The story of Virginia was first published more than a century ago; learning about it helped this former ten-year-old regain his faith in Santa Claus. As my daughters question the whereabouts of their Christmas gifts and fret about Santa Claus, I will offer them the same reply Virginia received. And I hope they do the same for their children and grandchildren for years to come.
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Virginia’s great-grandson appeared on “Antiques Roadshow” in 1997 with a scrapbook containing her original letter, which was valued then at $20,000-$30,000. Here’s the clip:
MERRY CHRISTMAS MORNING, DAVID and FRIENDS. Yes David there is a SANTA CLAUS in our lives. Thank you for your great writings and those of so many good friends from the NEGHS. A day after my most recent birthday -my 76th this past Nov. I received a
membership in the NEGHS. Previously I had a Guest Membership and many of your members have written to me over the last 2 + years. An anonymous donor gave me the membership for which I thank you so much. I have been working on my family tree since I was 14 when my Grandmother Archibald and the family gave me a needlepoint of the Hilton Coat of Arms and many pages of info on our family that my Mother (Morris) Hilton and my Grandmother who began working on our family history in the 1920s up to the 1950s had written and studied. All of you have so generously given your time to the rest of us to better enable us to figure out who we are. YES VIRGINIA and David and many other folks there is a Santa Claus. Blessings to all from Ne Brunswick, Canada. Love to all, Paul Morris Hilton email@example.com
Lovely remembrance of Virginia O’Hanlon. Interesting that Mr. Church made a reference to Virginia, ” It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias.” As a Civil War Veteran it makes me wonder if Mr. Church was making a reference to the war and how the union would have been divided (and slavery continued) had the north not won.
I think the paragraph beginning “You tear apart” speaks to Church’s own war/life experiences as “only faith, poetry, love and romance” can pierce that covering veil of the unseen. It’s a studied sadness of reality that encompasses Church’s feelings about all the dead men of the Civil War who were not to father their own Virginias. In Dicken’s sense, ghosts of memories that never were.
Wonderful story. I think you should consider writing a children’s book about a combination of the story of Virginia and House a child began studying genealogy and history. I’ve discovered for myself what a great way it is to learn history when you look up your family and discover that all of a sudden history is fascinating and you never knew your family was part of something so marvelous. I think little kids would enjoy your story
Thank you for sharing! Merry Christmas to you and your family.
Here in Philadelphia, PA it has been a tradition to listen to the late Vince Lee read it on KYW radio 1060. Here’s the link to listen to it http://philadelphia.cbslocal.com/2010/12/24/yes-virginia-there-is-a-santa-claus/. Enjoy!!!