Happy St. Nicholas Day, everybody!
My mom grew up celebrating this holiday, placing her shoes by the door on December 5 and waking to find her footwear filled with gifts. Or rather, a gift - usually something to keep her warm. Since I don't wear shoes, my gifts came in a box.
Straight from Lake Shore Drive. Who knew?! Maybe he winters there? Resting up for the big day?
Anyhow, inside was a bag special for me. Mom helped me open it.
Keeping with tradition, Grandma, errrrr, I mean St. Nick, made me this sassy hat to keep me warm.
St. Nick sure can felt some mean flowers!
St. Nick sure can felt some mean flowers!
I also got my first pair of leather choppers. Pic of those to come.
Mom found me irresistible. Puhlease - lay off the cheeks!
St. Nick's Ann Arbor connection hooked me up with a beautifully illustrated Night Before Christmas book.
I can't wait until Dad reads me the whole thing.
I can't wait until Dad reads me the whole thing.
After my poor performance on Mom's birthday, Dad helped me work
something out with St. Nick to make up for it.
something out with St. Nick to make up for it.
Nice, right? (And, someday they'll be mine.)
Ahhhh, the holidays.
They're great as long as they don't make me wear this damn hat ever again.
And to all a good night.
