(this is not to be confused with the dude that delivers the presents on Christmas Eve)
To begin, though I went to catholic school for oh-so many years, I can’t recall ever celebrating a saint day (S always gives me a difficult time if I forget to wish him a happy saint day).
At this age, I’m finding Mads a bit more understanding of Christmas – at least the material part of it. She’s starting to notice the holiday lights around the neighborhood (“pretty”) and fully understands the concept of presents (“presents”, specifically, “my presents”)! I figure we can instill the moral teaching of Christmas when she’s a bit more receptive.
So, this year Aunt “Keety” and Uncle “Mac” introduced Mads to St. Nicholas. They started telling her a story of St. Nick traveling around with his horses and leaving presents for good little boys and girls. Though Mads seemed more interested in the horses, she ran to her room, grabbed her fancy shoes and two baby carrots. She placed the shoes and carrots outside and listened carefully for the horses.
When it got dark enough outside, we asked her if we should check if the horses and St. Nick came by. Mads seemed happy to see a present, but a bit cautious as to where the carrots went.
And so begins our St. Nick holiday tradition…