Yes, Virginia Page #2

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?

Hey, uh... Virginia. Wait.

Come back.

All right, prissy pants, we need to talk.

Try to catch me, Stinky Santa.

Ring loud. Smile. Don't take checks.

For the last time, no! Sir,

I insist that you leave the building.

I apologize, Mr. Church.

I told him you were busy.

It's all right, Lewis.

Looking for more spare change?

This letter was written by a friend of mine.

I guess you misplaced it.

Ah. It's nothing personal. I report the facts.

And only the facts.

But this is bigger than facts!

Just because you can't prove something

doesn't mean it's not real.

So you'd have me print fiction then?

Not fiction.

Hope. Belief. Inspiration!

That is not my job.

It's your job today, Frank.

When people believe,

they make the world a better place

So you can tear up that letter and leave

the world the way it is, or you can answer it

and give this girl, this whole city,

something to believe in

That letter is a gift, Frank.

Merry Christmas.

Virginia. Are you all right?

Do you want to talk?

Baby stuff.

If you see it inThe Sun...

it's... so.

The paper. Your letter. Santa.

Look!

Virginia your little friends are wrong.

They have been affected by the

skepticism of a skeptical age.

They do not believe except for

what they see.

Yes Viriginia

There is a Santa Claus.

He exists as certainly as love and

generosity and devotion exist.

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.

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, ten times 10,000 years frow

he will continue to make glad

the heart of childhood

I told you.

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

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