If you don't know about St. Nicholas - who he is (not Santa), why he is celebrated, and how the tradition started - you can read it here on my old blog. If you already know, you can skip the history lesson and perhaps learn a bit about how St. Nick is celebrated here in the Czech Repbulic. Because though the man is the same, the celebrations are a bit different.
Known as Mikuláš (pronounced Meek-uh-lahsh) here in the Czech Republic he is still the bishop, St. Nicholas. But, there is an added twist. In a few countries here in Central Europe, he does not work alone. Rather, he is accompanied by an angel (Anděl) and the devil (Čert). The three of them visit the children in their homes (usually a few family members dressed as the characters - though these days you can hire college students to do it for a small fee). Mikuláš asks the children if they have been good this year. If the answer is yes, the angel rewards them with a small treat (fruit, or candy). But if the answer is no, the child gets a sack of raw potatoes or coal instead of a treat. If their behavior was truly horrible they will be threatened with being put in the devils sack and taken back to hell with him. I guess that is one way to scare them straight!
Here in Prague, the afternoon before their big night, you will find the trio wandering the streets of Old Town Square, stopping the children they meet to ask if they have been behaving this year. Most stare at the mythical figures come to life in wonder. Many will tell them a small poem they have learned and earn a small treat. Some run screaming from the devil, so he doesn't have time to catch them and put them in his sack. Guess it is easy to tell which have the guilty conscience.
We didn't have a chance to make it down to the Square this year because of prior commitments but we did have a chance to celebrate St. Nicholas in our traditional way. Early this morning, I was awoken by feet running down the stairs and then squeals of delight when the girls found that the stockings were full. They came straight back to my room to beg me to get up and come downstairs so they could open their presents. I told the girls that they had to wait until I could at least get a cup of coffee into my hands.
And that is almost exactly what I got (I need to remember they are very literal beings). No sooner had the mug been put down on the table, and the paper was flying. The pets got in on the action too, with a little help from their humans...
I snapped some pics. Of course. Enjoy! And happy St. Nicholas.
**And yes, I realize I have more pet pictures than people pictures. Let's just say they cooperate better. And even Fidget got in on the action - albeit unintentionally.














