Sinterklaas in Wales

Ook wij hadden hier Sint & Piet gevierd. Vorig jaar al hadden we het feest hier geintroduceerd bij onze buitenlandse vrienden. En iedereen vond het heel erg leuk! Dit jaar hadden we ook weer lootjes getrokken en een gedicht (in het Engels) geschreven en een cadeautje gekocht.

Het Feest was bij Patrik en Julia. Het was ook dit jaar weer een groot succes. Al waren de meningen verdeeld over of de Nederlanders of de buitenlanders leukere gedichten hadden gemaakt. Hier een selectie:

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Deze had ik voor India geschreven:

Dear India,

Black Piet has kept his eyes on you the past year,

And reported everything you did, my dear.

Last week, the Sint was reading in his big and heavy book.

He read the stories about you, which were mainly about all the alcohol you took.

The first few stories were about your University life.

He did not have time to read all the stories, so he started at page five.

The title of the story was: “The office, and more.”

India wanted to have her own office to be able to work hardcore.

After months of thinking about it, she finally decided to have her say.

Everybody in the lab agreed that she could have it her way.

But something went wrong, and Piet still does not understand the change of plan.

She let someone else use the room, who was in love with Jen.

Sint was really confused and did not think that India’s behaviour was really good.

So, he skipped the next few pages and started reading a story about India’s party mood.

Piet had spied on India while she was at the party of Annie Chan

Sint could not believe what he was reading, and thought that Piet must have looked at a different woman.

The Sint skipped the next few pages and read about India’s driving style.

Sint got al enthusiastic, since he had been owned a sports car for a while.

The poor old Sint did not notice that he was falling a sleep.

He started to dream really deep.

He dreamt that he was riding his white horse to bring presents to Wales.

The weather was horrible with heavy winds and gales.

He stopped at a pub because his hors needed a break.

He decided on some alcohol intake.

The weather got worse, so the Sint decided to stay for a few more pints of beer

When he finally got back on his horse he found it difficult to steer.

He forced the horse on the roof and got ready for a big leap.

Suddenly, he realised he was sitting on the back of a sheep.

He got back on his horse and continued his trip.

He had to deliver some presents before he could go back to his steam ship.

While drunk riding his horse he forgot that he had to stay on the left side,

And because he didn’t have a valid license he didn’t know by which rules to abide.

He forced some gifts down a chimney, while he had a sick feeling within

And then…It was the wrong chimney he had dropped them in..!

After this shock, Sint poured some tapwater in his mug

Not realizing this contained a nasty stomach bug.

The bug and the beer were too much, and if you were viewing him from aloof

You could see a red-mitred man be sick on the roof.

Fortunately, Sint then awoke from this nightmare and was glad to find himself alive

He thought to himself “I hope no one is ever so stupid as to drink and drive!”

Love,

Sint and Piet

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Deze had Jorien voor Patric geschreven:

Madrid, 3 December 2005

Dear Fatric,

Sint asked Piet whether Patric had been good this year

Piet flipped through his notes and said “O, I’ve got it here…”

The notes read ‘his house has been re-decorated

And he tried to make it isolated

He got a paper published, or so he said

And it’s no longer noon before he gets out of bed’.

Sint exclaimed “No kidding Piet, are you sure about that?!”

Piet answered “As sure as there is a feather on my hat!”

“Well Piet”, continued Sint, “for Patric that is amazing progress

We can honestly say that this year was a great success!”

Piet said “well Sint, that is certainly true

But there is one thing that bothers me like a stone in my shoe

Since a few months Patric has stopped smoking.”

“What! That’s wonderful!” shrieked Sint, while on his wine he was choking.

After Sinterklaas had caught his breath and calmed down

He looked upon Piet with a serious frown.

“Piet, that is the best we could have hoped for, what is wrong with that?”

“Well”, muttered Piet, “he is eating a lot more now, and I’m afraid he will get fat.”

“I see”, said Sint, “have you got any evidence for you suspicion?”

“I’m afraid so” answered Piet. “I have been on a spying mission.

I spied on Patric while he worked on his Mac

And measured the circumference of his stomach.

I also put my hands under his shirt for a real-life touch

What I felt worried me very much.”

“Well Piet, of your unorthodox measures I do not approve

But Patric’s situation certainly needs to improve

We need to give him something to take his mind off the food

Maybe a trip to the Bahama’s would do him good.”

Piet mumbled “But Sint, our gift is not allowed to cost more than 7 pounds…”

So it is not a holiday, but open your present to see what they have found…

Love,

Sint and Piet

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Deze had Julia voor mij geschreven:

(even voor de achtergrondinfo: Julia kwam een keer bij ons eten en toen was Martijn aardappels uit de oven aan het maken, die maar niet gaar wilden worden...)

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate,

Thou art not ready yet but that’s ok,

The girls won’t be here in less than 10 minutes

(Enter the girls)

Like as, to make our appetite more keen,

With eager compounds we oure palate urge

No need to hurry, my precious earthen dumpling

The cod’s bed cold still is

(15 minutes past Point-of-Serving)

Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault

And I will comment upon that offence

But staying hard in body and in mind

Will leave no choice to me than cook you harder

(Another 15 minutes went by, hectic action in the kitchen)

O! from what power hast thou this powerful might,

with insufficiency my heart to sway?

The fish is ready, thou are not

Thou are the most persisting potatoe I ever met

And I shall never serve thee again!

(Upon which the potatoes hastily got themselves well done)

No more be grieved at that which thou hast done.

Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud

Thou were more lovely than a summers day

As was the cod

But maybe I’ll try that pasta dish again next time....

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Deze had Patric voor Corina geschreven:

There once was a girl who didn’t eat meat

To her, fruit and vegetables seemed sweet

“She’s the devil with a grater!”

“Oh! How I truly hate her!”

Said the carrots that feared her indeed.

This lady went by the name of Corina

The katholics believed her a sinner

Cause she’s rented a house

Not with her spouse

But with Werner who cooks vegetarian dinner.

This lady she knew that she wasn’t mad

But the people she met looked just at her head

All the talk ‘bout the brain

She found truly inane

So she took some time off on an island instead.

She often thinks back to the Caribbean dance

With or without a cig' rette in her hands

But in Bangor’s no sight

Of a discotheque light

So Sinter brought one from her friends.