December 6th, 2007

Madonna del "Magnificat" (detail)

Saint Nicolas

This morning our daughter of 11 went to school with a big box, a spaceship. In it was a present hidden. It was a surprise present for the celebration of Saint Nicolas. It was a special moment, because I remember seeing children on December  5 carrying big boxes into school when my daughter was still young. I could not believe that she would once do that too. Now the moment was there.


We celebrated Saint Nicolas at home too, today.  It works like this. All the presents come from Saint Nicolas, and they are standing outside the front door, brought by Black Peter. Each present has a little poem attached about the person who gets the present. Often there are many compliments in the poem and some teasing as well.  
It was the first year our daughter had played Saint Nicolas and bought presents. She is an only child, but happily she went shopping for this with a friend. She had bought us a big reindeer made of a hose with lights in it. You can put it outside and inside. We have stables, and an advent calendar, advent candles, and a Christmas tree with decorations that seem to come from poor countries; all serious things. This reindeer falls in a totally another genre. I liked it, and my husband fell immediately in love with it.  
All the years before our daughter went through the magazines from the toyshops to make a wish list, but she did not do that so much this year. She did not find anything in it. She gets too big for the toyshop.
We gave her a big cuddle bear (among many other presents). It was on her list and we thought she might need is. She is growing up, but at the same time she is still a little girl, an Alice in Wonderland sort of; a confusing time. Something soft to hold can give reassurance. She fell asleep tonight with this big bear cuddled in her arms.    
many hands

No Prayer-a-Day

I would have liked to have some time off to do the Prayer-a-Day for Advent today. I could not find the time. I had a meeting this morning, I’ve scanned in cards during the afternoon , leafed through Waite packs to stack in lost cards, did some edit work on the Twelve Days of Christmas material, searched for a Victorian New Year Card for my website and devoted time to my daughter. This is the card I have found for the website: 


Often days are like that and blogging late in the evening helps usually to put the day away, but I am going to Belgium tomorrow for a workshop on Psalms and tarot and I need to go to sleep. I am looking forward to it. The evening before -which is tomorrow- I have dinner out in Gent with the person I stay with, and we will be doing a reading for her at her house. Her house is at a very special place: on the border of the river Schelde, in a village with the wonderful name of "Schellebelle".