Precious Gifts

I got a letter in last week from the NHS, the National Health Service. I’ll have to make an appointment with the nurse to have another screening done. Ever since I had surgery in March this year, I slightly dread these regular letters but I was fine in August so I’m sure I’ll be fine in January. I should be positive, not worry too much and instead appreciate those precious gifts in life. Gifts that come in all sorts of shapes and colours and most of the time when you least expect it.

I’ve been given a most intriguing gift this year from a special person, it’s like unwrapping layers of shiny, glittery paper, to find another one underneath and I feel like a little girl eager to get to the soul of the present enjoying each moment of unwrapping. I received another one in the shape of an email from a reader a few weeks ago when I wrote a somewhat personal post, a gift that left such an impression on me, I have been speechless for some time thinking about her touching words. She is one beautiful colourful inspiring person.

Then there are: ex-colleagues who became friends over the years, new friends and friends that have been in my life for some time giving me their unconditional gifts in the shape of trust, love, patience and comfort. And let’s not forget the wonderful blog readers and writers out there who leave their gifts on each post that I write. Sharing their thoughts with me, saying hi or reading quietly in the background. Offering me help, comforting words and showing me their amazing support when I need it most.

I believe I have crossed paths with these people for a reason and my life has enriched in many ways by getting to know them each in their own shimmering rainbow coloured way… This morning when I woke up the city was covered with a soft fluffy blanket of fog. And I just stood there for a while enjoying the mesmerising view and let my mind drift away. I counted my blessings. Yes, life can be good and it doesn’t have to be xmas to find gifts: for those who wish to see there is a gift each day of the year…

Happy birthday dad…

© Zesty Gal, A stroll, Lowlands 1998

© Zesty Gal, A stroll, Lowlands 1998

© Zesty Gal, A stroll, Lowlands 1998

Saint Nicholas

Today is Sinterklaas day in the Lowlands, a special day to look forward to when I was a kid since it is tradition in the Lowlands that all children will get presents today. Mind you, children that have been good all year, the bad ones will be taken back to Spain in a sack. But I guess I’ve always been a good girl because I can’t remember a Sinterklaas evening without getting any presents. I’ve always wondered though how the holy man could stash so many bad children in a jute sack and why he was wearing white trainers along with a red bishop’s dress and red mitre since he was an old and holy man, and old and holy men simply don’t wear white trainers, do they?

Anyway… to my surprise Sinterklaas didn’t forget about me this year, even after having moved to London he still knows how to find me somehow. And although I didn’t put a carrot in my shoe nor did I sing for him, Zwarte Piet managed to squeeze his way thru a hundred years old Victorian chimney without making any noise, to leave me some of the Dutch traditional seasonal goodies. Boy… am I spoiled or what? A one-kilo bag of kruidnoten [which have slightly the same ingredients as speculaas] covered in chocolate… Along with a sweet postcard and a new 2008 yearly contents for my Dutch ‘Mini Succes Agenda’ [which is my organiser]… I must have been a really good girl this year…

Dank U Sinterklaasje! :P

A kilo bag of ‘Kruidnootjes’

My leather organiser [Size: Mini 67x104mm]

Sinterklaas or Saint Nicholas: the patron saint of all children.

In the days leading up to December 5 (starting when Saint Nicholas has arrived in The Netherlands by steamboat), young children put their shoes in front of the chimneys and sing special ‘Sinterklaas-songs’. Often the shoe is filled with a carrot or some hay for the horse of St. Nicholas (called Amerigo). On the next morning they will find a small present in their shoe, ranging from a bag of chocolate coins to a bag of marbles or some other small toy. On the evening of December 5th, Sinterklaas brings presents to every child that has been good in the past year (in practice to all children).

This is often done by placing a sack with presents outside the house or living room, after which a neighbour or parent bangs the door or window, pretending to be Sinterklaas’ assistant. Another option is to hire or ask someone to dress up as Sinterklaas and deliver the presents personally. Sinterklaas wears a red bishop’s dress including a red mitre, rides a white horse over the rooftops and is assisted by many mischievous helpers with black faces and colourful Moorish dresses, dating back two centuries. These helpers are called ‘Zwarte Pieten’ (black Petes).