Category: Sparkly Text

A shy little sun shines on the black dog, curled up in his basket. He’s sleeping away bad memories of recent fireworks. His snores echo through the room where the Christmas tree now looks somewhat lost. Its glorious, dreamlike appearance has gone overnight, and left it tired and dusty, with branches weighed down by sparkling… Continue reading January 1st, 2013 →

The coming weeks will be busy. Only last Thursday the children in my little town went singing for candy, from door to door. This ancient tradition is called Saint Maarten. And custom has it that the Saturday after that, the next Saint comes to town: the one and only Saint Nicholas.   A big old… Continue reading Saint Nicholas →