Since I have been such a good girl this year, Sinterklaas came to visit me and my friends here in Montreal yesterday. Of course I took care of there being lots of sweetness and together with 8 of my classmates and some boyfriends, we made it a true party.
We picked names a few weeks ago, and everyone had to make a present and a poem for the person they picked. There was some resistance to the writing poems part, but I ruled with an iron fist and scared everyone into doing it. And glad so, because the poems were wonderful and I will happily share the poem written for me, but first I will explain the ritual further for the unknown among you.
So we all gathered in my house, where Jean Valere (my new roommate) would take everyones presents and hide them in his room. The secrecy of who made a present for who is very important!!! When all the presents arrived, JV put them on a big heap in the middle of the room. One by one we unwrapped our presents and read our poems out loud.
My present where, a pair of beautiful, very styly arm-warmers (which I am wearing while writing this – love them!) and an apron which reminds me of a Palestinian dress, with a heart of beams sewed onto it. The poem written with this was so incredible that I want to share it with you:
I think everyone was really happy with what they got and all the poems were very creative, funny and sometimes touching. I want to thank all the Sinterklaasjes for making this place more like home to me.
Dankjewel, thanks, merci, grazie!
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Hallo Trude,
Het is inderdaad een prachtig gedicht.
Het ziet er allemaal erg lekker uit, een echt sinterklaasfeest.
Ik ben benieuwd waar je sinterklaas over 2 jaar tegen komt.
Nog een half weekje en dan lekker VAKANTIE!!!!!!!
VEEL LIEFS MAMA