Produced by David Edwards, Emmy and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive) [Illustration: cover] IS THERE A SANTA CLAUS? [Illustration] IS THERE A SANTA CLAUS? [Illustration] BY JACOB A. RIIS [Illustration] NEW YORK THE MACMILLAN COMPANY 1922 _All rights reserved_ [Illustration] COPYRIGHT, 1904 BY THE MACMILLAN COMPANY SET UP AND ELECTROTYPED PUBLISHED OCTOBER, 1904 REPRINTED DECEMBER, 1904 REPRINTED NOVEMBER, 1912 IS THERE A SANTA CLAUS? "DEAR MR. RIIS: "A little chap of six on the Western frontier writes to us: "'Will you please tell me if there is a Santa Claus? Papa says not.' "Won't you answer him?" That was the message that came to me from an editor last December just as I was going on a journey. Why he sent it to me I don't know. Perhaps it was because, when I was a little chap, my home was way up toward that white north where even the little boys ride in sleds behind reindeer, as they are the only horses they have. Perhaps it was because when I was a young lad I knew Hans Christian Andersen, who surely ought to know, and spoke his tongue. Perhaps it was both. I will ask the editor when I see him. Meanwhile, here was his letter, with Christmas right at the door, and, as I said, I was going on a journey. I buttoned it up in my great coat along with a lot of other letters I didn't have time to read, and I thought as I went to the depot what a pity it was that my little friend's papa should have forgotten about Santa Claus. We big people do forget the strangest way, and then we haven't got a bit of a good time any more. * * * * * NO Santa Claus! If you had asked that car full of people I would have liked to hear the answers they would have given you. No Santa Claus! Why, there was scarce a man in the lot who didn't carry a bundle that looked as if it had just tumbled out of his sleigh. I felt of one slyly, and it was a boy's sled--a "flexible flyer," I know, because he left one at our house the Christmas before; and I distinctly heard the rattling of a pair of skates in that box in the next seat. They were all good-natured, every one, though the train was behind time--that is a sure sign of Christmas. The brakeman wore a piece of mistletoe in his cap and a broad grin on his face, and he said "Merry Christmas" in a way to make a man feel good all the rest of the day. No Santa Claus, is there? You just ask him!