Alessandra has been sick and I've been dealing with her and the rest of the household responsibilities solo. Last night was just like all the others. I finally got her settled into bed, and I took Dotty out for one last bathroom trip before I tidied up the house and turned in myself.
This morning I opened up the front door to get Alessandra's boots - I left them out because they were all muddy. And that's when I saw this. Sitting quite perfectly on the top of our doggy potty shoes and muddy rain boots.
I wish someone was recording my reaction because if it was half as good as what it felt like, it was pretty darn amazing. I felt like I was 6 again. Like I just walked out and saw the one thing I asked Santa, and only Santa for.
There Is A Santa!
But then I got really confused. It's the beginning of December. I asked one of my neighbors who said "Oh yes, Sankt Nikolaus comes last night. I hope you were good all year!"
My response was, "I must have been, our shoes were filled."
I came inside, got online with the intention of looking up this holiday and it's traditions when of course I got a bit distracted by facebook, and that's when I saw all of the posts between my expat-parent-friends from the night before. Warning each other not to forget about this German holiday.
I guess I didn't need to worry about forgetting because the Eich's were just that good that the
REAL SANKT NIKOLAUS
came and filled our shoes.
And just like that...
I'm still a