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I read a letter yesterday a girl wrote long ago |
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With hope that
someone at
The Sun would more than likely know |
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Dear Editor… I’m eight years old… Virginia is my name |
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While I believe in Santa Claus my friends don’t feel the
same
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I asked my Papa who is right… my little friends or I |
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He said I should ask you because
The New York Sun
won’t lie |
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So tell me
please what is the truth… does Santa Claus exist |
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Or is he just a
fairy tale… a legend or a myth |
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There
is a Santa Claus |
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You
may be sure because |
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His presence
though your eyes conceal |
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Your
faithful heart will still reveal |
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And that’s why I can say
to you
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Yes
Virginia it is true |
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There is a
Santa Claus |
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There is a
Santa Claus |
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That editor was Francis Church who tenderly opined |
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My dear your little friends are wrong... I fear they've
closed their minds |
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These days so many people won't believe what they can't
see |
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And what their brains don't comprehend they'll say no
way can be |
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How dreary must
existence be for those who don’t believe |
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Whose faith is
lost with all the wonders that they can't perceive |
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The things most
real in all the world... like love... no one can see |
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And yet they fill our wistful lives despite their
mystery |
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There
is a Santa Claus |
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You
may be sure because |
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His presence
though your eyes conceal |
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Your
faithful heart will still reveal |
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And that’s why I can say
to you
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Yes
Virginia it is true |
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There is a
Santa Claus |
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There is a
Santa Claus |
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There is a
Santa Claus |
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There is a
Santa Claus |
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