While reading another blog, The Flemish American, I was reminded of St. Nicholas Day. I just had to tell you about it. Early in December, the 6th to be exact, was the special day. I was about 4 or 5 and getting excited about the upcoming Christmas Festival.
I heard sleigh bells at the back door! What was that all about? Mom and Dad said why not go and look who is making the noise. I was never allowed to open the door by myself so this was unusual. I went to the door. No one was there. But….there on the doorknob was hanging a bag of nuts and sweets. Hmmmmm where did those come from?
Maybe the person has gone down the street. Run to the front window and see, prompted my parents. Run I did. “And what to my wondering eyes should appear” but Santa Claus (St. Nicholas) walking down the street in his red suit with a bag over his shoulder. He turned and waved to me. Imagine my excietment.
This happened every year on December 6th until I was old enough to find out it was my neighbor from across the street acting the role. He visited all the children on our block that evening. I think he had even more fun than we did.
Here’s to Herbie, a kid at heart who wasn’t afraid to share it. And now this holiday is put to bed for another year.
Go to The Flemish American to see a wonderful, illustrated post on the roots of St. Nicholas