Saturday, December 6, 2025

Fill every stocking you find

We got our first snowfall of the season in the People’s Republic yesterday. Just in time to prepare the way for Saint Nicholas Day, which is today.

Saint Nicholas was the Fourth-Century bishop of Myra, one of the participants of the Council of Nicaea, which ruled on the divinity of Jesus as the son of God. This is actually the day he died, which makes a bit of a change for celebrations.

(Although his death is kind of a thing; at least his corpse was. Because about 600 years after he died, Italian merchants robbed his grave in Myra and took his body to Bari. I’m not touching the issues around what possesses a group of people to do that kind of stuff and expect to remain in God’s favor. But we’re certainly seeing a whole lotta loudly pious “Christians” these days doing unbelievably unchristian things in the name of Christ, so it’s definitely a thing.)

He’s the patron of sailors, merchants, archers, repentant thieves, children, brewers, pawnbrokers and students. I’m trying to think of what commonalities connect those groups, but without luck.

We of course have conflated Saint Nicholas with major gift giving (which might explain the children, merchants and pawnbrokers; possibly the repentant thieves, too), via the Dutch version of his name, Sinterklaas. And today is the day (instead of the 25th) when children in a number of countries get their gifts (if they’ve been good; if they’ve been naughty, they get coal or switches, depending on the local custom; you might even be eaten by a giant cat).

To honor the good bishop, let’s have something traditional by the hardest working man in show business. Because all children, wherever they are and whatever their national origin, deserve the hope of something good in their lives.

 


 

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