Empty Shoes

When the kids were little, and we lived in Germany, every December 5th, they would put their shoes out by the front door, and would patiently await a visit from St. Nicholas. He would bring them each a small gift with some fruit and candy. How could he not visit them? And when we moved back to the states, where St. Nicholas day is not celebrated, we managed to keep up the tradition. How could we not? This is the first year since the kids were small that we have not celebrated, as the kids are both no longer here to do so. It makes me sad.

Some history: St. Nicholas was born in 271 AD and died around December 6, 342 or 343 AD near the Asia Minor (Turkey) town of Myra, where he later became Bishop. He performed many good deeds and was a friend to the poor and helpless, and upon his death, myths soon sprang up about him all around the Mediterranean Sea. He was reputed to be able to calm the raging seas, rescue desperate sailors, help the poor and downtrodden, and save children. He was soon named as the patron saint of sailors, and when Myra was overthrown, his bones were transported by sailors to Bari, a port in Italy. It is here that a tomb was built over the grave becoming the center of honor for St. Nicholas. From here, the legend spread on around to the Atlantic Coast of Europe and the North Sea to become a European holiday tradition regardless of religion.

I miss the kids being little, especially this time of year. Happy St. Nicholas day Caitlin and Daniel. I love you both.