Yes, Virginia, There is a Santa Claus
By Francis P. Church, first published in The New York Sun in 1897.
[See The People’s Almanac, pp. 1358–9.]
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:
Bobby was getting cold sitting out in his back yard in the snow.
Bobby didn't wear boots; he didn't own any and he didn't like
them anyway. The thin sneakers he wore had a few holes in
them and they did a poor job of keeping out the cold.
Shirley Medlin Pace @1960sparkey
My only child, Mike, was killed in a hunting accident at the age of twenty-three,
November 26, 1983, two days after Thanksgiving. I wanted to die. Death
snatches your joy and happiness. Death fills every waking moment and
becomes your bedfellow at night. In the end, love wins and life goes on.
From the Book I am writing The House That Mike Built.