As Benny already explained here we celebrated Sinterklaas in Holland yesterday. For more stories about this bearded man that most of the children in Holland don’t know, have a look at wikipedia. But probably it’s beter not to tell about the legend “how a terrible famine struck an island and a malicious butcher lured three little children into his house, where he slaughtered and butchered them, placing their remains in a barrel to cure, planning to sell them off as ham. Saint Nicholas, visiting the region to care for the hungry, not only saw through the butcher’s horrific crime but also resurrected the three boys from the barrel by his prayers…”
Just stick to the gift-giving I would say. At our Too Much Funclub party we also were honoured to have the (real) Saint around for some ’sitting on his lap, singing some songs’ to the old dirty bastard:



Sleep well, Sinterklaas. Sleep well.