In Belgium, St Nicholas is expected any day now...
Astrid's parents live in the house where she and her brothers were born. From the kitchen window one can see the snowy hills covered with pine trees. It's cosy inside from the stove and the warm lunch got us both ready for a nap. However before we prepared the dough for speculoos, the cookie that both St Nicholas and I like a lot. Then I slept, fainted really for almost 3 hours.
In the afternoon the grandchildren started arriving. Matisse, Tom and their one month old brother, Louis. Astrid had her hands full and we were all playing games together until someone knocked at the door. It was St Nicholas himself!!! Old and slow he entered the house to bring gifts to the children of the family. Even I got some candies; I must have been a good girl this year after all...
And now I want to sleep, dive in my bed and breath slowly, slowly,...
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