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Today is the Feast of St. Nicholas.
We don't celebrate it much in America, but in Europe and other parts of the world, it's a day children have been waiting for.
They've set out their shoes the night before—in the foyer or by the fireplace—and awaken to find them brimming with small toys, gifts, nuts and oranges.
It's not Santa with his flying reindeer. But there's the same anticipation, the same expectation, the same twinkling of magic.
And there's something else we find too, in the simpicity of these small gifts.
It's a reminder of what it means to notice things.
We don't think much of oranges now. But at one time, oranges were a rarity—nearly impossible to get in winter. And so to receive an orange from St. Nicholas—a tiny orb of sunlight and citrus—was a special gift indeed.
It's the same now.
Small things still matter.
Simple is often Divine.
Miracles are common.
You just have to notice them.
We don't celebrate it much in America, but in Europe and other parts of the world, it's a day children have been waiting for.
They've set out their shoes the night before—in the foyer or by the fireplace—and awaken to find them brimming with small toys, gifts, nuts and oranges.
It's not Santa with his flying reindeer. But there's the same anticipation, the same expectation, the same twinkling of magic.
And there's something else we find too, in the simpicity of these small gifts.
It's a reminder of what it means to notice things.
We don't think much of oranges now. But at one time, oranges were a rarity—nearly impossible to get in winter. And so to receive an orange from St. Nicholas—a tiny orb of sunlight and citrus—was a special gift indeed.
It's the same now.
Small things still matter.
Simple is often Divine.
Miracles are common.
You just have to notice them.
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