Start reading my winter story
It was the eve of
Saint Nicholas feast
It started as a clear, crisp winter night
with shining stars and a bright moon
looking down over the mountain town
where I lived as a child.
That evening, my parents left me
alone at home for a very short time.
I had nothing else to do but daydream
about the presents from the Saint.
Suddenly, I hear the front door shut.
I run to see my winter boots
filled with sweets and presents.
I hastily open the front door hoping to
catch the Saint running away, but I'm
met with a still winter landscape.
Soon after that, my parents got home
and I excitedly told them that the Saint
was here just a moment ago.
And this is how I got tricked into
believing in Saint Nicholas.
And if you'd like to know more about
how Saint Nicholas visits children
in Romania, follow this link.