The Feast of Saint Nicholas

Today was a busy day.  We started off this festive morning with the story of Saint Nicholas and a present sent from Linda O. (one of Adam’s co-workers) in honor of today’s celebration.  Having spied it last night and told they had to wait until this morning, the boys were eager for it as soon as they got out of bed and didn’t even want to take time to dress. 

Once the gifts were explored we had breakfast and the older boys did their chores and started their school work which was accompanied today with cider in big mugs to sip while we did our various readings. (This was interrupted once when I discovered Sebastian had found and eaten the tip of a marker and was covered–face, hands and clothes–with pink marker.) Then we assembled our gift bags to hand out when the occasion presents itself.  The boys worked assembly line fashion, adding their assigned items to the bags and passing them on to the next person. This was certainly one of the highlights of the day.

Once the rest of our school work was complete and I finally managed to get everyone’s shoes found and on and get them out the door, we went to the mall to visit Santa Clause. I did not do this last year and sometime in January Jack started expressing his desire to go and was quite upset he would have to wait the entire year.  So we ventured out and had to wait only a few minutes to see Mr. and Mrs. Clause. There were a few reservations at first by Gabriel and Jack to get too close, but by the end they had warmed up and let Santa know they were interested in remote-controlled cars.  Jack deviated from this a bit–he wants a remote-controlled spider.  They enjoyed the attention of one of Santa’s helpers who showed them all the tricks around the house, including how to turn the wheels and make it snow.  We played there for a time and then in the play area at the mall a bit longer. Gabriel fell asleep in the car in the five minutes it took to get back to the house.

After supper Adam took the boys downstairs while I filled their stockings. This was my favorite part of Christmas growing up.  My mom would wrap each stocking stuffer and we would pull things out one at a time and guess what it was and then unwrap it to see if we were right. With five small boys I have yet to find a way to carry on this tradition, but they enjoy the stockings nonetheless.  With bedtime soon following the opening, I put boys to bed eager for tomorrow when they can put their things to use. Stephen, my latest sleeper usually, asked if he got up earlier than I did if he could paint before breakfast. Dangerously, I said yes. I don’t really expect that to happen, but I may be surprised.


About Wendy McCollum

I am a single mom to five wonderful boys. Life is an adventure, with many twists and turns. We live in hope, always, for our great God can redeem all things. There are so many funny and precious moments that slip by too fast. Perhaps here I can save them for when my own memory fails.
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3 Responses to The Feast of Saint Nicholas

  1. Carol Wolfe says:

    I’m a little confused by the stockings. Are you super organized and just getting them filled early or are they opening them early? (Or am I so disorganized I lost track of time and it’s actually Christmas eve?)
    The gift bags sound like a nice idea. Are you handing them out to homeless people you encounter?

    • You are not behind. We went ahead and did stockings today in honor of the feast of St Nicholas on the church calender. It spaces things out a bit and celebrates the life of a generous man.

      We often come across people in need of food and usually try to keep something in the car for them. The boys enjoy packing snack bags for themselves when we take trips, so I thought they’d enjoy packing up bags for others too.

  2. Granddaddy says:

    Sounds like a fun and very busy day! Glad you explained about the stockings. 🙂

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