The shoes were placed by the front door with care last night. Okay, to be honest, the almost-17-year-old just left them there out of habit, but the two girls were all over it. They still love the Feast of St. Nicholas. Somehow it’s like the unofficial start of the season around this house.
I love that this day makes them so happy because they know for certain what they might find in their shoes the next morning won’t be big or expensive, and yet they get excited just the same. Perhaps we can take that reminder with us as we go about our frantic shopping for the perfect gift this season. It really is the thought that counts, so don’t get so hung up on spending a certain amount or buying a designer label. Give from the heart and it’s sure to be a hit.
If you’d like to read a little about the real St. Nicholas — patron saint of children, sailors, pawnbrokers, and young women who want to get married (quite a collection) — click HERE. There’s also a neat little section on Hobbit gift-giving and how their Middle Earth practices might influence our own. Happy Feast of St. Nicholas! Now I feel like the season is really under way.