I admit I’ve been sitting on this story. When I was reading newspapers a few weeks ago at the Library of Congress, I was quite shocked by an article that seemed to contradict a rock-solid assumption I’ve held for over six decades. I just couldn’t credit it. I’ve never had any doubt that every Christmas Eve Santa Claus loads up his sleigh and, with the help of eight or nine reindeer, personally delivers gifts to all the good boys and girls throughout the world (and lumps of coal for others of us). But the newspaper article from 150 years ago reported that Santa Claus sloughed off at least part of his typical gift-delivering duties to people he called his coadjutors. That was hard for me to take, but I tried to think it through logically. According to the article, Santa attended a reception that America’s Brother Jonathan was hosting at Independence Hall in Philadelphia. That seemed possible because 1) 1876 would be the centennial of the Declaration of Independence, proclaimed by the Continental Congress that was meeting in what became known as Independence Hall 2) It wouldn’t surprise me if Santa Claus was a history buff since he has lived through so many centuries of history 3) possibly he realized he couldn’t attend the Independence commemoration in July 1876 because at that time he’d need to be up at the North Pole in his workshop leading and managing the large elfin workforce, ensuring enough toys got made for Christmas 1876.
So, while I didn’t like it, I thought it was at least possible; it wasn’t necessarily April’s Fools Day on Christmas Day, so I started to get the story ready. From the December 25, 1875 issue of The New York Herald (page 3):
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For the first time in many years – perhaps for the first time in history – Santa Claus changed his plans last night, and instead of travelling all over Christendom, as was his wont, he left the giving of good gifts to children to others, as appears from the following circular letter which he issued some time ago: –
TO MY COADJUTORS ALL OVER THE WORLD:
I am under special engagement with Brother Jonathan to attend his levée at Independence Hall, in the city of Philadelphia (America), on Christmas Eve. I therefore call upon all my friends and the friends of the little ones to relieve me as far as possible from my ordinary Christmas duties; especially do I command my coadjutors who have wrought with me so well in the past not to forget the poor children to whom Christmas is the brightest day of the year when a little forethought is employed to make them happy.
SANTA CLAUS
A copy of this letter was sent to the HERALD in order to give us notice of Brother Jonathan’s levée and enable us to send a reporter to witness and report the scene. When the HERALD representative arrived at the Old State House in Philadelphia he found everything in the building exactly as it was 100 years ago, while it was occupied by the Continental Congress. It was impossible to look at the old building standing now nearly as it stood in 1775, and not feel with the poet –
This is the sacred lane wherein assembled
The fearless champions on the side of Right;
Men at whose declaration empires trembled,
Moved by the truth’s immortal might.
The Hall of Independence was opened for the mystic celebration and the reception of the mystic guests. The changes which man and time have wrought are few, but as we said before, even these wore restored, and the Independence Hall of which we speak was the Independence Hall of 1776. In this venerated chamber, sacred to memory and patriotism, sat Santa Claus and Brother Jonathan, conversing of the past, the present and the future. Surrounded by a hundred relics of the Revolution and even seated in John Hancock’s chair, Jonathan’s complacency was only equalled by his volubility. Bringing down his huge fists upon the arms of the old chair, he said, “Hancock was always a great favorite with me, Mr. Claus. Hancock was a gentleman; If you don’t think so all you have to do is to look at bis handwriting. Nobody but a gentleman could sign his name as John Hancock signed his to the Declaration of Independence.” …
This as a very long article so when I got to this point I looked ahead, way ahead, to the end. And “what to my wondering eyes did appear”? It turns out that the whole story was the reporter’s dream! At the end of the festivities Mr. Claus was enjoying his pipe and a glass of grog, then
As the smoke cleared away the images all disappeared, and it was found that Santa Claus, too, was gone. And, to crown all, the reporter found himself quietly snoring in his own bed, like the majority of Christian men on Christmas morning, with a headache.








