St.Nick, where are you?

One of my favorite childhood memories was to wake up on St.Nick's day and find some presents under my pillow (where I am from, this is a substitute for the Christmas presents under a tree). The presents were never fancy - usually just candy and fruit, but the mystery of where they came from and the anticipation made up for it plenty.

My childhood naivety may be long gone, but those memories are still here, along with a little nostalgia. It was pretty funny to get the following message today from someone who grew up in the same region as me:

"If a chubby uncle visits tonight and stuffs you in a bag, don't freak out; somebody must have asked to find you as a present under their pillow."

Happy St.Nick's day!