Dear Shoe Friends,
I meant to write this post a couple weeks ago, closer to St. Nicholas' Eve (December 5). You see, I come from a Dutch family; I'm actually 100 percent Dutch. St. Nicholas' Eve and the days leading up to it are special days.
For the week of days leading up to St. Nicholas' Eve, we would place our shoes - yes, that's right, our shoes - ne
xt to our chimney. Similar to the cookies and milk left for Santa Claus, we would leave a carrot or a sugar cube for St. Nicholas' horse. But we also sang songs up our chimney, hoping to entice St. Nicholas to come to our house. The next morning, we would race downstairs and find our shoes filled with tiny presents - maybe some chocolate kisses or a small toy. Something simple. Then came St. Nicholas' Eve, December 5.
xt to our chimney. Similar to the cookies and milk left for Santa Claus, we would leave a carrot or a sugar cube for St. Nicholas' horse. But we also sang songs up our chimney, hoping to entice St. Nicholas to come to our house. The next morning, we would race downstairs and find our shoes filled with tiny presents - maybe some chocolate kisses or a small toy. Something simple. Then came St. Nicholas' Eve, December 5.On St. Nicholas' Eve, my brothers and sister and I would find just about everything we could to put in our shoes - carrots, sugar cubes, a banana. This was the big night. We would sing our hearts out up the chimney and then wait. And wait and wait and wait. And, no matter how many years we had participated in St. Nicholas' Eve, we always jumped out of our socks when Sinterklaas' assistant (aka one of our parents) banged on the front door. We would race to the front door, fling it open and with wide smiles invite in the assistant and hurriedly divvy up the huge bag of presents that had been delivered. It was the best night of the year.
I tell you this because I love the story and the history behind the tradition. The laying out of shoes, the giving of simple gifts, the singing of songs up the chimney, the genuineness of children, the anticipation of St. Nicholas' Eve, the connectedness of family. If you are looking for a new tradition, perhaps the St. Nicholas' tradition is one to look into. It is yours as much as it is mine; everyone can enjoy it. And I can guarantee you that the stories you'll discover will be stories you'll share over and over again for years to come.
Wishing you and all those you hold dear a very blessed holiday season.
kaelyn kelley

