I have a holiday secret. A how-could-you-forget kind of bad mommy secret.
This might be the first year my German friends didn’t accidentally alert me that I missed St. Nikolaus Day. “Oh, you wouldn’t believe I found the freshest marzipan or chocolade and the kids loved finding it in their shoes this morning… .”
Oh crap. Not again. What excuse for forgetting will work? St. Nik was too tired, or needed extra time to find our house. Or, the dreaded, “Are you sure you were good enough this year… ?” even if they were… . Not.
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German traditions are filled with storied saints and anticipatory–if not reflective–children. St. Nikolaus Day is no different. The 6th of December is St. Nikolaus` Day in Germany and those tiny pockets of the US in German immigrant communities. Traditionally children polish up their shoes and put them outside their bedroom doors to collect a Lebkuechen cookie, some dried plums or perhaps some twigs. Oh, no! Yes, twigs. The dreaded twigs. A twist, for certain on the old “…been bad? Get coal” routine. But this year, it wasn’t my German friends who tipped me off. It was my youngest. “Psssst, Mom. Don’t forget this week St. Nikolaus comes. And, I really love Ghiradelli chocolate… .”
Hmmm. No secrets there.
http://www.german.lifetips.com describes the St. Nikolaus Day tradition as follows:
According to folklore, St. Nikolaus appears overnight and put little gifts into their boots if children have been `good` throughout the year. `Bad` kids will only receive a bunch of twigs (a birch). Traditional St. Nikolaus gifts include apples, oranges, Christmas cookies, specially wrapped candy, and small toys. There is also an alternative to shoe shining: red “Nikolausstiefel” (St. Nikolaus` boots) made out of plastic, which are sold in all major German grocery stores. They are available empty, or filled with candy. St. Nikolaus is said to resemble Santa Claus, hence the red and fur-trimmed boots (usually cotton). It is customary for co-workers to put candy on each other`s desks early in the morning of December 6th. Some companies choose this date to hold their annual Christmas party. St. Nikolaus, however, does not make a personal appearance on this day, and kids have to wait until Christmas Eve to see `a real Santa.`
This was an interesting post. I am of 100% German descent and our family never celebrated St. Nikolaus Day.
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I’m sure traditions come and go… there are a few I could divest myself of… but I’m sure sociology could make something of those trends in traditions…
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I just realized a few minutes before I read this, that it is St. Nikolaus today. Unfortunately, Olivia is not with me today, so we’ll have to ski it. Luckily, the Swiss don’t fill shoes, but bake the bread I’m sure you remember. Next year…
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Oh no! Been there! Gittibaenchen was it? I’m sure I”m not spelling it correct… but those were lovely, plump doughy little guys! Yummy too. Fun to see you all the other night!
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Although I’m from a German background, we never did the boot thing, but we had stockings hung up. Maybe that was because it was too cold outside to put the boots there. It’s a lot of fun though, to check out the stockings.
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The shoes in this case go outside the bedroom door… my kids have to worry about scorpions crawling in… but not so much this time of year!
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Oh. Ugh! Scorpions. That would make me think twice about where I left my shoes.
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I know, right? You’d have to have some pretty bard karma for those evil creatures to crawl into a shoe on St. Nikolaus Day! Speaking of –it’s late… I’m headed off to sugar-plum land…
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We bake. We bake and bake and bake. I start on the 22nd, making appetizers and cutting up produce for simple “eat as you walk by” snacking, so that I won’t need to properly cook, and then on the evening of the 23rd, we begin baking. I make Christmas dinner, of course, but for days and days after, I don’t cook, because there’s plenty of food prepared. Stuffed breads, cookies, rolls, pies…It’s wonderful! I started when I was single, because my parents went south for the winter, and all of my friends wanted to “pop by” after their family celebrations. I lit the candles, turned on the jazz, and preheated the oven. People are very happy when you hand them a cocktail and offer them sweets.
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Joey – your baking festivities sound so welcoming! I love a warm oven and jazz in the background… sprinkle some cinnamon in there somewhere… it’s happening. Thanks for the great descrip!
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Renee, I love this. I remember reading about him in a Dutch story as a kid and the whole wooden shoe thing (Holland, natch) was so fascinating to me I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I thought it was such a shame that he didn’t know how to find my mom (and therefore me) in the United States. 😉 Love how you used the word Kosher in a Christmas post.
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Thank you Luanne. I can just imagine you reading and wondering about this as a child! Yes, kosher–since the holidays have been all mashed up this year, I thought, “Oi (or is it oy?), why not?”
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Hahahaha.
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