St. Nicholas Day

In our family, my mother coming from the German tradition, we've always celebrated St. Nicholas Day on the 6th of December. We'd put our shoes by the window on the evening of the 5th, and we'd wake on the morning of the sixth and race down to see what St. Nick had left for us... it was always an ornament signifying something significant in the year and some yummy Christmas candy.
The sad thing was: all those years, Dad never got a filled shoe. Somehow St. Nick forgot him. This year, though, we put in a special request that St. Nick not neglect him, and my dad, thanks to his big boots, was amply rewarded.



This morning he found the following (admittedly cheesy) poem and about 4 pounds of Christmas candy in his boot:

Dear Dad, Dear Dad
With today number thirty five
we take the time to think of you
when St. Nick does arrive.

You've been, you've been
for years now zero to sixty
a good boy, a great man
and we all think you're nifty.

All these years you've helped St Nick
On this 6th of December
Now this time we celebrate
And take time to remember.

We love you, Dad, we really do
And we want to say
We're proud of you; enjoy your treats
on this St. Nick'las Day.

Love,
Lisa, Heidi, Heather & Emily