So today is a Santa Claus day:). I know that in many countries this day is not being celebrated,as Santa is more attached to the 24th of December, however in Europe:especially in Hungary, France, Slovakia, Germany and my beautiful Poland, we all celebrate Santa’s Day 6th December.
In Poland, 20 years ago, Santa would sneak in, in to the house at night and leve the gifts (usually sweets, fruits, small toys) in children’s shoes or under the pillow. Today however, since the gifts tent to be bigger and more opulent, Santa would ”leave” them under the tree. To be honest, I miss the 6th of December from the ’80, as I felt we did appreciated presents more than children now. Today, most of the children can be really spoiled and they don’t even know what they want, as they are surrounded by all the great things on a daily basis. In the ’80 and beginning of ’90 life in Poland was extremely tough. Parents were struggling financially, there was a lot of fear and stress in everyday life. Citrus fruits, good chocolate, good meat, rarely were present in most of the Polish homes. All the children were waiting for the day like 6th December, as they knew, they will get something delicious, like 2-3kg of it! From today’s perspective you could think, that there was nothing extraordinary in those bags, just: sweets, chocolates, oranges, bananas, kiwi’s, small plastic toys, but for us this was like winning a lottery. Parents had a huge help from the companies, they worked for. There was a special 6th December found set, to sponsor the Santa’s bags: company would sponsor 1/2 to 2/3 value of the gift, parents would cover the rest and the company would buy and prepare the bags. We never knew what we gone get, but we were never, ever disappointed.
Have you ever wrote a letter to Santa? I did and now I wish I had copies of all of them, just to see what I was dreaming about :). Oh, well, I will have to wait for my children’s letters.
I’ve read somewhere, that little girls tent to write very polite and long letters with detailed description and very often they ask for things for others. Boys however are more ”to the point”.
Japan, Slovakia and Poland are still leaders in number of letters being sent to Santa, every year and we are talking about millions of letters with dreams and hopes.
One more thing:
I have found this beautiful Poem by Clement Clark Moore, from 1820 and I’m sure that one day, I’ll be reading it to my children :
‘Twas the night before Christmas,when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And Mama in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap;
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering sight should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof–
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he look’d like a pedlar just opening his pack.
His eyes–how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlfull of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And fill’d all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.”
Clement Clarke Moore ( thanks to poemhunter.com)
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