Mikeklaus came thru this year

Mikeklaus this year came through.  We didn't know the procedure for this celebration.  It's different from the Oshawa one.  That one they provide the gifts, but this one, the parents that come provide the gifts for Mikeklaus to give to the kids.  Which I think is better.

This year we were prepared.
Kieran finally joined the choir at Slovenian school.  We knew he'd like it.  But he was hesitant.  Milan had been asking me every time I saw him.  But every time I asked Kieran he said no.

I think he just didn't know what to expect.  Other than pizza and juice and the ratio of girls to boys is 5 to 1.  Which I thought, what boy wouldn't want that ratio?  He's got some of his classmates in the choir.  But of course, they are girls.


The teens do a bit of a skit and the choir sings, and Mikeklaus does a small sermon to let kids know that Christmas isn't about getting lots of toys, gifts, ipads, candy and other stuff.  But about giving back to those that take care of you.  Being thankful that they are their day in and day out.  And returning that love and care.

Not sure how many were listening, but I hope at least 1 was.  But who knows.

This boy was the first to get called up.  Surprisingly, he was not afraid.  Just stoic.  Like he had blinders on, like a cow heading to Canada Packers.


Others weren't so brave.  Needing their parents to come with them. Carrying them safely past the evil doers.
Others were just curious.  Maybe a sign for how they will be as teens.
The devils kind of took it easy on this first kid.  I think because he looked like he was in a daze and didn't want him falling on the stairs.
But, bit by bit, the little devils began to be more brave.  Poking and prodding them with their pitch forks.
Taking kids' boots and tossing them to the side.
Delaying them from seeing Mikeklaus.


This little party lasts for a little more than an hour. Last year we just felt bad for him. This year, Kieran's name was called and it didn't matter what it was, all that matter was he wasn't forgotten, and he was happy.

We were glad that Mikeklaus could read the label.
Cause as he was reading the names, he was getting his angels to read for him, because Mikeklaus is old and so are his eyes.
Next year we'll put his name in larger font.