Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Dear Kate,

I decided that it would be a fun tradition to celebrate St. Nicholas Day on December 6th with the kids.  After our usual Advent candle lighting, I told one of the most famous stories of St. Nicholas (kid style):

The was once a very poor man who couldn't pay for the marriages of his 3 daughters.  He was so sad.  Nicholas wanted to help the man and his daughters because he loved Jesus.  So Nicholas went by the house at night and tossed gold coins in the open window.  They landed in the girls' socks that had been hung by the fire to dry. Nicholas was very kind and generous, like Jesus, and that's why we celebrate him today.

I was feeling pretty proud of myself as I gave them each a chocolate coin to enjoy.

But then the following conversation transpired:

C:  Where is Nicholas now, Mommy?
Me:  Well, that was a long time ago, honey.
C:  So where is he now?
Me:  He got very old, baby. That was almost 2,000 years ago.
C:  So where is he?
Me:  He got old. And then... and then he died.
C:  St. Nicholas is dead?

Why not introduce death to your 3 year old while celebrating the holidays?

Move over Grinch who stole Christmas, the mommy who killed St. Nicholas is here,
Bora.