Sinterklaas' Birthday
It just started to get dark when you could hear loud singing from our house. Little voices tried to make sure the whole world, or at least someone who could possibly sit on our roof, could hear them. Now and then you could see a little head turn up between the closed curtains, peeking outside. Then suddenly there was a loud noice. Someone was knocking on the door! It seemed like someone threw something in the hallway! Could it be... was it possible... that it was.... Sinterklaas?
I guess you can imagine how fast the little ones reached the door. And I think Sinterklaas must get some fitness training during the year, because he managed to be nowhere in sight when the mob reached the door. But what was that? A large traditional jute sack, completely filled with presents, stood in the hallway. And on the floor, everywhere, kruidnootjes.
We had a lovely evening. And everyone was spoiled to pieces. How did Sinterklaas know that grandmama and grandpapa and uncle Bas would be there? He even brought some presents for them. He knows everything, doesn't he?
Tomorrow he will be on his way back to Spain, back to his home. We hope to welcome you again next year Sinterklaas. And for now: Happy Birthday!
My name is Karin and I take
pictures. I tell stories. I sew. I dream. I love books, fashion,
hot baths, conversations that make me think again. I fantasize and
realize. And above and beyond all, I am mama to Lucas, Sarah and
Olivier.
