Candy in My Shoes!

Every December 5th without fail, right before bed, I've placed my shoes by the fireplace in my parents' house or the front door of wherever Joe and I have been living, and every year St. Nick/Sinterklaas has visited and left candy in my shoes. Last night was the night for leaving out my shoes...but I was afraid that Sinterklaas might have been too busy this year to visit everyone and would have to skip over me. I'm not exactly in his targeted age group anymore. I worried about it all week, but I left my shoes in the living room (up on my sewing table so Jack couldn't...interfere...if St. Nick left me anything) after I locked the front door. Just in case he had time for me.
 
Last night, like every night, Joe was in our bedroom getting together all his work clothes for the next day. I had already locked up the house and turned off all the lights and gotten underneath the blankets, because I knew there was no WAY St. Nick would visit us if we weren't in bed soon. I lay there fidgeting and watching the clock, seeing precious seconds tick by as Joe folded his ACUs and stuffed them into a backpack. "I need to get one more thing out of the living room, then I'm ready for bed," he said. He left the room, and I hopped up to brush my teeth.

For just going out there to get something, he sure was gone a long time. I hoped he wasn't putting out his shoes, because I had already done that for him.

He came back into the room, we went to bed, and I fell asleep as quickly as I could.

Well, this morning...you'll never guess what we found!

I LOVE TOBIES! And I also LOVE TOOTSIE ROLLS! And just the other day I mentioned a craving for Whoppers...and I wonder if St. Nick found those LifeSaver Gummies at the PX?


More St. Nick pics:

2009

2008

 In 2008, St. Nick left me a note. The P.S. at the bottom told me that he ate one of my York Peppermint Patties.