Remembering The Old Country

Remembering The Old Country

A Poem by therisa
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Stories and foods, shared, around this time of the year.

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Remember
My dad telling us
The story about
Sinterklass
And Zwarte Piet.

Gathering around
The kitchen table
On Christmas Day.

How he
A Spanish nobleman
Gave out gifts
To the Dutch children.

With his servant
Zwarte Piet
Who is
Of Moorish descent.

On December 5th
To those
Who were good
Throughout the year.

And to those
Who were bad
A lump of coal.

I know
This differs
From Wikipedia
But this is
How I remember
His words.

A tradition
Which didn't make
The voyage to Canada
In 1952.

Unlike the oliebollen
Dipped in
Icing sugar
And other baked items.

To tempt
The strongest of will
Dieters.

And yes
I do miss him.

Especially
During this time
Of year.

But I known
Dad is
In a better place
Free of his daily pain.

© 2014 therisa


Author's Note

therisa
An oliebollen is a deep fried doughnut, with raisin or currants, inside of it. Rolled in icing sugar, once cool enough to pick up.

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therisa
therisa

Ontario, Canada



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