Yes, Virginia Page #2

Uh, well, I suppose the evidence

is largely circumstantial...

If you see it inThe Sun, it's so.

The New York Sun.

They always tell the truth, don't they?

I could write to them.

Well, yes but newspapers are very busy

and they don't have time to

answer every letter

Thanks, Papa.

Dear Editor

I am eight years old.

Some of my little friends say

there is no Santa Claus.

Papa says, 'If you see it inTheSun,it's so.'

Please tell me the truth.

Is there a Santa Claus?

Virginia O'Hanlon, 115 West 95th Street.

Lewis, it's never going to happen.

New York will not incorporate Brooklyn.

Sir, I think it's a possibility.

Manhattan has too many people already

and there's no way...

Why don't we look at today's mail?

My daily dose of whining and moaning.

Politics, crime, scandal, crime, poverty

What is this?

Dear Editor

some of my little friends say

there is no Santa Claus.

Papa says, 'If you see it inThe Sun,it's so.

Who do these people think we are,

Barnum's museum?

We report facts, not fantasies

I don't know, sir.

Maybe readers would find it...

Lewis, people rely on this paper

for the truth.

If I answer this,

what will happen to our credibility?

Sir, she's a child.

Everyone grows up sometime.

Virginia

I brought you some lunch.

Is everything all right?

I just need some proof.

Proof of what, sweetheart?

Proof that Santa's real.

Virginia believing in Santa isn't

something you prove.

It's something you do.

Whenever we do things that Santa would

like being kind to others

or helping those that have less than we do

that makes Santa real.

That's the proof.

Does that make sense?

Mm... no.

Well, give it some thought.

Don't let your soup get cold.

Oh, Charlotte, don't drag your feet.

Not in those shoes.

Ugh! And stop chewing your nails.

It's not ladylike. It's...

- It's infantile.

- It's infantile.

Yoo-hoo! Driver!

Why can't you tell me?

Because it's a surprise.

Can I open it?

It's not for you, Ollie.

Penny in the bucket. Let's go! Let's go!

Getting cold out here.

This is a chestnut, sir.

Hi, scraggly Santa.

Oh. Hey, there, kid. And other kid.

How's the search for Santa?

Better. This is for you.

Look at that lining. Red's my color.

You needed a coat

so I broke open my piggy bank

and got you one.

Listen, I can't accept this.

Yes you can. Merry Christmas.

Oh, toasty!

Thank you

Virginia

Well, Virginia today you're Santa Claus.

Isn't that adorable?

Wow, Virginia. I knew you liked Santa,

but this is pathetic.

Go away, Charlotte!

Don't worry.

I'm just here to deliver the mail.

My letter?

Where did you get that?

just outside the newspaper office.

In a garbage can!

No.

Where are you going?

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