Today we celebrated Sinterklaas. A typical Dutch fest for children. So why did I celebrate this, since I do not have children? Though my brother does have them, he and his wife have two children, just as my parents. With the seven of us we nested ourselves at my parents place.
The doorbell rang and I am sure I saw “zwarte Piet” run-away. I told my niece (3 years old) and she ran to the door. Though “zwarte Piet” was already gone. He had left loads of presents.
Sinterklaas had put pictures of us at the presents, so my niece could give us the presents.
We all received a bunch of them. Of course my niece and my nephew were spoiled the most, as how it is supposed to be.
During the past days loads of memories of the past rice up, good memories.
The days ahead of this fest that you were allowed to wrap the presents as funny as possible. The days you were allowed to have secrets for your parents, the days that they did not enter your room cause they were not allowed to see what you were making.
The big gift day arrived, and all the presents where put together. A big pile of presents, a really big pile. It always took us several hours to read the poems and unwrap the gifts. Loads of food was eaten, loads of laughs, and loads of love for each other.
Some celebrate Christmas with gifts, some celebrate Sinterklaas, some only celebrate their birthday, some don’t celebrate at all. Though for me it is not about the gifts, it is not about the food, it is not about materials stuff. To celebrate means that you are surrounded by people you like or even love.
Today was a day full of love..
Thanks dear family..
