Teprve po jeho smrti az v roce 1906 bylo prozrazeno, ze to byl on, Francis Church, co napsal uvodnikarskou odpoved na 1897 dopis Virginia O'Hanlon, ktera se stala legendarni a deník Sun ji uverejnoval od té doby každým rokem znovu v predvánocním týdnu na titulní stránce. Cinil tak 54 let, až do roku 1950, kdy zanikl. A tehdy prevzaly tuto tradici cetné angloamerické i jiné noviny a casopisy po celém svete. (Podrobnosti ZDE)
Edited by J. Schrabal

Prvni stranka  The New York Sun, 1897

Existuje Jezisek?


S velikou radosti odpovidame na vyznamnou komunikaci doleji uvedenou a dovolime si vyjadrit nase velke uspokojeni, ze verny autor se zapocita mezi pratele deniku Sun.


    "Mily pane redaktore - je mi 8 let.
    Nekteri moji kamaradi rikaji, ze neni Jeziseka.
    Tata rika, 'Kdys to uvidis v Sun, musi to byt pravda'
    Pekne prosim, reknete pravdu, opravdu je Jezisek?
    "

Virginie, tvoji maly prátelé nemají pravdu. Byli nakazeni skepticizmem naseho skeptickeho veku. Verí pouze tomu, co sami mohou videt. Verí, že nemuže existovat nic, co nemohou postihnout svým malým rozumem. Všechen lidský duch je malý, Virginia, at patri dospelému nebo díteti. V tomto nasem obrovskem vesmíru clovek je pouze hmyzem, mravencem, jehoz porozumeni, v porovnani s neomezenym svetem, je neschopny pochopit celou pravdu a znalost.


Ano, Virginia, Jezisek je. Existuje stejne tak jiste jako láska, slechetnost a vernost, a ty vis jak oplyva a dava tvemu zivotu nejvetsi krasu a radost. Tedy! Jak chmurný by ten svet byl bez Jeziska! Byl by tak pochmurny jako kdybychom nemeli Virginii. Nebylo by ani jakesi detske vernosti, ani poezie; ani romantika, co ciní život snesitelným. Zustal by jen ten trepotavý zbytek viditelné krásy. Avšak svetlo detství, které prozaruje svetem, by muselo uhasnout.

Neverit v Jeziska? No to bys prave tak nemusela verit ani pohadkam. Tvuj tata by si mohl najmout lidi, aby pozorovali vsechny kominy na Stedry vecer a zachytnout Jeziska - no a kdyby ho ani nevideli, co by to znamenalo? Nevidet Jeziska by ale neznamenalo, ze Jezisek neni! Nejdulezitejsi ve svete je to co ani detem ani dospelym zustava skryto jejich zrakum. to co nemohou videt. Napríklad, uz jsi nekdy videla víly tancít v mesícním svitu na paloucku? Prirozene ne, coz vsak neni dukazem, ze tam nejsou. Nikdo nemuze pojmout a predstavit si vsechny divy neviditelne ve svete.


Mužeš rozlomit detske chrestitko abys videla, co uvnitr chresti, ale i tam je zavoj zakryvajici neviditelny svet, ktery by nerozdrtil ten nejsilnejsi obr a ktere ani nasili nedokaze odtrhnout. Pouze vira, fantazie, poezie, laska a romantika muze posunout stranou tu oponu a oslnit se obrazem s nekonecnou krasou a nadherou za ni. Je to vse opravdove? Ah Virginia na tomto celem svete neni, nic tak skutecne a nepomijejici.

Nebyt Jeziska? Bohudiky! On zije a bude zit na veky. A po tisici letech, Virginia, ne, po desetkrat deset tisic let bude pokracovat tesit deti a plnit radosti hazde detske srdce.

Vesele vanoce a stastny Novy rok!

(Do cestiny prelozil Josef Schrabal)
It wasn't until after his death in 1906 that it became publicly known that Francis Church had written the editorial reply to Virginia O'Hanlon's 1897 letter, which has become legendary and The Sun republished it during Christmas time on its title page for 54 years, till 1950 when it stop existing. After then many angloanerican and other papers and magazines all over the world continued in this tradition. (Details HERE)
Edited by J. Schrabal

First Page of  The New York Sun, 1897

Is There a Santa Claus?

We take pleasure in answering thus prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time our great gratification that its faithful author is numbered among the friends of The Sun:

    "Dear Editor--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 Claus?
    "

Virginia, your little friends are wrong.  They have been affected by the scepticism of a sceptical 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 child-like 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 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, 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.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Link to Schrabal's home stranku-page (english) a (moje bio)
Dekuji za navstevu! Thanks for your visit! Prepared by Joe Schrabal