SALAYSAY: Wen, anak, adda Santa Claus (Maudi a paset)

Nakulding ti
riknak idi mabasak ti editorial ti The New York Sun a naipablaak idi
Setiembre 21, 1897 a panangsungbat ni editor Francis Pharcellus
Church iti surat ti maysa nga ubing nga agtawen iti walo nga
agdamdamag no pudno kadi nga adda Santa Claus. Itoy a panangsungbat
ti editor, saanna laeng a sinungbatan ti komunikasion ti maysa a
mangipatpateg iti pagiwarnakda, ti maysa kadagiti ridersda no di pay
inlukatna ti ridaw ti kinapudno tapno masawang ti panagduadua.
Pinatibkerna ti pundasion ti panunot ken puso dagiti ubbing a mamati
iti kinaadda ti Santa Claus. Pamayor a ramut itan daytoy a panamati.
Ramut a dinto maakkal ken mapugipog dagiti agpangpanggep a
manglilibeg, mangagaw ken mangipanaw iti naganus a muging dagiti

Napateg ni Santa Claus iti biag ti
ubing, iti pamilia, iti komunidad, iti sangalubongan. Ayat ken
panangipateg ti kaipapanan ti Santa Claus . Ta isu ti agited iti
aginaldo. Saan kadi nga ayat ken pammateg ti kaipapanan ti aginaldo?
Kasapulan ti maysa nga ubing ni Santa Claus. Kasapulan ti ubing ti
ayat ken pammateg.

Intay man ngarud ire-print ti ti
surat ken ti editorial:


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

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.