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Pakjesavond

Have you ever noticed how, when people are waiting for you, public transport always conspires to make you be late?

Poor little Romeo had to wait until I got there before he could open his presents, and of course I missed my train, because the bus driver refused to move from a stop until the two ladies who had got on and breezed past her come back up front to show her their valid tickets. Unfortunately, they were foreigners (Italians) without a word of Dutch, and it took them a while to suss out why the bus wasn't moving.

The suspense was killing Romeo, and he called me on my mobile several times to hear how long I was going to be. I don't think there is anything in the world can make you feel worse than the disappointment you can hear in the voice of a beloved child.

My other nephew Mick called too, to ask if I could delay my arrival even more, and play the part of Zwarte Piet...sure enough, when I arrived, there was a big sack full of presents on their doorstep. I added mine, then knocked on the door with all my might, and ran away. I waited five minutes before I went back, and caught Romeo trying to ring me again, all excitement: I had just missed Sinterklaas! "Oh no darling", I said, "I just saw him in the street." But Romeo wasn't listening; he was far too busy handing out presents to everyone. He wouldn't even let me take off my coat before he handed me my first one.

Comments

bogwitch
Dec. 6th, 2007 11:06 pm (UTC)
Sounds fun!
gamiila
Dec. 7th, 2007 12:43 am (UTC)
It was! Well, you know -- any excuse for a party! ;-)