Tonight is the night of Sinterklaas - St Nicholas. As many of you know, I come from Dutch heritage… my parents are both Dutch, as is my entire family…. except for my husband who is fair dinkum Aussie!
My parents immigrated to Australia when they got married, and even though we didn’t live in Australia for long, we were always encouraged to come back here one day and live. My Dad made sure we had Australian passports as well as Dutch ones, so in 1988 when I was 19 years old, I came here. I have loved this beautiful country ever since, and no matter where I travel (I’ve lived in 7 countries), I’ll always call Australia home.
I can’t deny my Dutch blood, however, and some traditions I wanted to pass on to my children since they are half Dutch. One of these traditions is the one of St Nicholas. Let me tell you a bit about him.
Saint Nicholas lived in Turkey in 230 AD. He was a wealthy man who gave most of his money to the poor. He was a bishop and after he died became a saint. Over the years a tradition develop in Holland. On the 5th of December, the eve of his death, the Dutch celebrate his birthday! Instead of receiving presents himself, he gives them to the children. This comes from when he was alive and gave to the poor. And instead of coming from Turkey, somehow things changed to him coming from Spain, on a steamboat. This probably came from the times when luxuries came from Spain - and since Sinterklaas brings good things, he must come from Spain.
Sinterklaas has a helper - Black Peter, who is a Moor. He is black from the soot in all the chimneys he came down in to put things in the children’s shoes. Children put out their shoes at night, sometimes as early as a week before the 5th of December, and Black Peter puts goodies in them. If you are naughty, however, you get a stick.
Sinterklaas rides on a white horse and visits all the good Dutch children, no matter where they are in the world. Here is Sinterklaas visiting children in Jordan a few years ago:
Sinterklaas writes poems to go with the presents he gives. Usually they are funny ones about what has happened in the past year and about something the person has done. It ties in with the present he gives them.
When the children are older and know that Sinterklaas is not alive anymore (this year he turns 1737!), more fun begins. Families get together and pull names out of a hat. Each person has someone else to buy a present for and write a poem. The present is called a “surprise”. They make something out of paper, cardboard, foil, or whatever, write a poem about it and the person, and hide the present inside it. For example, if someone loves horses, then “Sinterklaas” will make them a horse out of paper maché and have the present inside it.
Here are some pictures of what my mother got a few years ago. The person who got her name, put her gift in an airplane and made a poem about how much she travels:
So there is a lot of creativity going on around Sinterklaas time - with poems being written all over the world, and “suprises” being made. It is a time of family fun, tradition, and has NOTHING at all to do with Christmas!!!
You know, every year when it comes to the beginning of December I think to myself - oh, I am too busy to do Sinterklaas this year….. maybe we should skip it…. after all, we don’t live in Holland….And every year I tell myself, no… this is what memories are made of. My children can’t speak Dutch. They’ve visited Holland once. They are Australian through and through… but they also love the tradition of Sinterklaas and look forward to it every year. This year they all know that Sinterklaas isn’t real and so next year we will pull names out of a hat and it won’t be only me writing all the poems! What sweet memories we have ahead of us, as each one becomes creative in writing a poem and giving a gift to another.
Traditions are important. They define what we are. As Tevye in “Fiddler on the Roof” says,
And how do we keep our balance?
That I can tell you in one word!
Tradition!
You may ask, how did this tradition get started?
I’ll tell you… I don’t know! But it’s a tradition.
And because of our traditions,
every one of us knows who he is
and what God expects him to do.
I am glad I carried on the tradition of Sinterklaas for my children. Even though it has taken a lot of effort, I have seen the joy in my children’s faces when the doorbell rings and they run out to find a sack full of goodies on the front step. I have watched them giggle in delight at the poems “Sinterklaas” has written about them, wondering how he knew just what they wanted. I wonder if they will continue this tradition with their children one day. I know I will try to encourage it, even if it means inviting my grandchildren to come to my house on the night of Sinterklaas each year, and writing poems about them…. and teaching them St Nicholas songs…..:
Look there is the steamer from far-away lands.
It brings us Saint Nicholas, he’s waving his hands.
His horse is a-prancing on deck up and down,
The flags are all waving in village and town.
Black Peter is laughing and tells everyone,
The good kids get candy, the bad ones get none.
Oh dearest St Nicholas if Pete and you would,
Just visit our house for we all have been good.