Sinterklaas!

The dark clouds of essay related hysteria and depression were starting to gather on my horizon. Even thinking of the 12 days made me want to hide underneath my blankets until Christmas....

Behold! Dear Sinterklaas was able to find me, even in far away Canada. Perfect timing, as always. The package on my doorstep was the wind to blow the clouds away. Perfect package full of sweets, chocolates, presents and, in my opinion, the most important: the poem! Every year, the poem (or poems) is (are) there to guide the way and reflect on what was, is or will be.

I love poems
I love Sinterklaas.
Bring on the next 12 days!