I was just reading Anne ‘s blog and was reminded of something from my childhood, St. Nicholas Day. I totally forgot about it! It brought back memories of picking out a shoe to leave by the back door, wanting to leave a carrot for the donkey and the next morning having treats in my shoe, specifically Panda Licorice. I remember one year I was lying in bed and I swear I heard a donkey walking down the middle of the street. My brother said it was probably a kid with a basketball. I still believe it was a donkey and St. Nick. In later years when Chris and I were older we would still get the licorice, but in our Christmas stockings. To this day I have to have it…it’s just not Christmas without it!