#Sinter Klaas

[thechildrensmuseum]

St. Nicholas, Santa Claus, Sinter Klaas; all are anxiously awaited by children the world over. Don’t forget to put your shoes out for him to place your presents in!

#St. Nicholas Day #St. Nicholas #Saint Nicholas #Saint Nick #Santa Claus #Sinter Klaas

[thegenxorcist]

Sinter Klaas

St. Nicholas made his first inroads into American popular culture towards the end of the 18th century. In December 1773, and again in 1774, a New York newspaper reported that groups of Dutch families had gathered to honor the anniversary of his death.

The name Santa Claus evolved from Nick’s Dutch nickname, Sinter Klaas, a shortened form of Sint Nikolaas (Dutch for Saint Nicholas). In 1804, John Pintard, a member of the New York Historical Society, distributed woodcuts of St. Nicholas at the society’s annual meeting. The background of the engraving contains now-familiar Santa images including stockings filled with toys and fruit hung over a fireplace...

The Legend of St. Nicholas: The Real Santa Claus

#sinter klaas #santa claus #st. nicholas

[ronk]

I know they knocked us out of the World Cup, but today is a day for Sinter Klaas which I would rather celebrate than Christmas for 6 weeks.

The feast of Sinterklaas celebrates the name day of Saint Nicholas on 6 December. The feast is celebrated annually with the giving of gifts on St. Nicholas' Eve (5 December) in the Netherlands and on the morning of 6 December, Saint Nicholas Day, in Belgium

#Sinter Klaas #nederlands #Netherlands #Christmas #belgium

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Day 16:Baking holiday cookies

Fandom:Criminal Mind's

Character: Spencer Reid

Naughty or Nice.

A/n: This should have been posted yesterday, I just been so tired.

"You know, Christmas wasn't alway's on December 25." Spencer gave you a smile as he watched you make the cookie dough.

Pausing, you rose your brows giving him a light grin as you tilted your head to the side. "Really?"

Spencer gave you a bright smile as he stepped forward leaning against the counter top. "Oh ya! While Christmas celebrates the birth of Jesus Christ, the actual date of the big event is lost to history. There's no mention of December 25 in the Bible and many historians say Jesus was most likely born in the spring. Some historians posit the date was originally chosen because it coincided with the pagan festival of Saturnalia, which honored the agricultural god Saturn with celebrating and gift-giving." Doing his best to not go on a rant he watched as you placed the cookies into oven.

Shaking your head you had a small smile on your lips as you grasped his chin. "Do you have any other fun facts for me?"

Standing straight, he gave you a bright smile eagerly nodding his head."Oh ya, St. Nick was more generous than jolly.You probably already knew that the idea of Santa Claus came from St. Nicholas. The saint wasn't really a bearded man who wore a red suit; that look came much later. In the fourth century, the Christian bishop gave away his large inheritance to the poor and rescued women from servitude. In Dutch, his name is Sinter Klaas, which later morphed into Santa Claus."

It was cute seeing Spencer get excited over the smallest of things, you liked hearing him spout little random facts and he must be happy that no one is yelling at him to stop.

Hearing the oven beep, you took out the cookies then pressed a kiss to his cheeks. "While I love your cute little rambles, how about you help me decorate these cookies!"

Grinning, he nodded his head quickly grabbing an icing bag. "Okay!" Moving to stand next to you, Spencer gave you a smile. This was going to be a fun Christmas weekend.

#drabbles #drabble #tis the season #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x self insert #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x you

[underworld-of-imagines]

A Christmas Nightmare - Spencer Reid

Sorry, I had forgotten about this one so it ended up going out on Christmas day instead of a few days earlier. But here's some comfort for you

Summary: Neurodivergent!Reader struggles with the Christmas crowds and calls a good friend in her panic.

Warnings: Slight panic attack/meltdown

Christmas was a time of joy and celebration, a time for friends and family to join together and celebrate what was originally, the birth of Jesus. Nowadays, it was more of a capitalistic holiday, of large spending for gifts and large amounts of food. For those non-religious folks, it was more about friends and family spending time together, celebrating connections. Some still go to church, gathering for the early service to listen to the words from the priest and the choir sing. But most chose the more capitalistic route. 

Of course, with the capitalisation of the Christmas holiday came along a lot more than just gifts and decorations. Sinter Klaas already existed, but the birth of the idea of Saint Nicholas came along, and not long after formed into Santa Claus. And then along came songs and movies, TV shows, books, anything the entertainment and retail corporations could come up with. It got so popular that almost every house growing up was decked with decorations and lights that could cut through the snow. Every shopping centre had a ‘Photo with Santa’ opportunity, and every store donned decorations to celebrate the festivities. Music would play over the speakers, drowned out by the loud chatter of the crowds that were out to do their shopping. 

Normally, you’d do your absolute best to avoid having to go into the crowded malls. Stocking up early and getting perishables from the corner store has been your go-to tactic since you went to college. 

But a series of unlikely events required you to brave the crowds of the shopping mall for one Saturday afternoon. Albeit, you would have preferred during the weekdays, but the team had been on a case all week, only arriving back today. And your work Christmas party (courtesy of Garcia’s convincing) was meant to be tomorrow. It was a very last minute thing, as you were gathering in the conference room to brief the case, Garcia was convincing Rossi to host the work Christmas party - that was 4 days ago. Rossi, with a bit of pushing from Hotch had agreed, and the plan was set into motion. 

Garcia was organising the decorations and catering, which included multiple trips to the bottle shop to make sure everyone had their preferred drinks. And a theme for the night had been decided ‘A Touch of Festivity’. What that meant, you had no idea, but you were sure you could pull something together from what you owned. 

The hardest part though? Was buying gifts for everyone. When you agreed to attend the night, you were under the impression that it was going to be a secret santa. But much to Garcia’s arguments that nobody aside from JJ, herself and Hotch, had a lot to buy in terms of presents. Especially since everyone had already purchased presents for their families weeks ago and already sent them off. 

That led you to where you are currently, standing in the middle of a very crowded shopping centre, being pushed and pulled by the crowd. It was all very overwhelming, many people were brushing past you, others pushing you without even noticing you were there. You looked like a ragdoll in the midst of the crowd. 

The overstimulation set in very quickly, people’s arms brushing your body, the stifling air, the bright lights from all of the stores. Christmas music was playing loudly in the background, and you could hear the noises of the mechanical displays from a nearby shop. Chatter from the crowd was overbearing, and the occasional ‘ho ho ho’ from the Santa display further down the corridor rang in your ears. It was barely ten minutes in and you already felt like you were going to explode from all of the overload on your senses. 

But, you had to at least attempt to get everyone’s gifts - for yourself. You knew that you could very easily go down to the bookstore and pick out a book for Reid. JJ and Garcia were easy with the candle store down the road. Morgan you could just buy a new cologne for, and try to convince him that women would like it better than his. Rossi was easy, he always wanted you to grab something from the deli that was on the corner of your block (he insisted they were the best). Hotch was a bit more difficult, but you knew that the candle store also sold various accessories, including ties. And Emily loved shoes, bags, belts, anything she could accessorise with - and you knew all of her sizes. 

However, you made a promise to yourself to at least try going to the shopping mall. As one of your New Year's resolutions, you had to try something you found difficult or hard at least once a month. And you hadn’t done one for December yet. ‘You can overcome this, you’ve got this’ you kept trying to convince yourself. 

But the more time that passed, the denser the crowd seemed to get, to the point that it was suffocating. Senses kicked into overdrive as you searched frantically for the exit, knowing you had mere minutes before the meltdown would begin. No relief came though, as the crowd was too tall for you, and too thick for you to see through clearly. 

In a last minute effort, you pulled out your phone and scrolled through your contacts. Normally, you would hesitate to contact the person in mind, but today you needed to hear his voice. Pressing the call button, you held the phone to your ear, anxiously chewing on your nails whilst the call connected.

“Hello?” You let out a sigh of relief as his voice rang clear through the phone. “Hello? Is this Y/N?” His voice was thick, like he had just woken up to answer the call. Shuffling could be heard over the line, and a thump as he probably fell over a pile of books. “Y/N? Are you okay?” The words were stuck at the back of your throat, your voice destined to fail you when you really needed it. 

“Help,” you managed to barely choke out. The crowd was impossibly close, and felt like they were closing in even more. 

“Where are you?” His asked, his voice urgent as he tried to figure out your location.

“T-the mall, outside of the Bath and B-body Works.” You stumbled over your words, trying to focus on the sound of his voice instead of your overloaded senses.

“Okay, I know where you are. I’m on my way, but can you do something for me?” You nodded, not realising that he couldn’t see you. “I want you to go down towards the foodcourt, turn left when you see the Nordstrom okay? There’s an exit down that corridor, there’s no bus or taxi rank there, so it should be pretty quiet.” Turning in the direction that Spencer mentioned, you tried to memorise the instructions. “I’m going to hang up so I can drive. Just get to that exit and wait for me.” A harsh tone beeped, signalling the end of the call. 

Pocketing your phone, you focused on trying to spot a sign for Nordstrom, which was difficult through the density of the crowd. After a minute of searching though, you finally found a sign, more of a map-directory kind of sign pointing towards Nordstrom. To your left, was a corridor with bathrooms and an exit at the end. Surely this is what Spencer meant, he hadn’t been entirely clear about the instructions and you were in too much of a panic to keep searching for a different sign. 

Walking down the corridor, you noticed the sweat that seemed to break out on your brow, a tell-tale sign that you were nearing a meltdown. Someone exited the bathroom, the bang of the door closing making you panic more. They almost touched you as they hurried past, back towards the mall, and would have if you hadn’t pressed yourself against the wall. The corridor was quite narrow, and seemed to only narrow further down towards the door. Though you couldn’t tell if that was because of your panic or if it actually did narrow. But it was quieter, the lack of speakers bringing some slight relief to your senses. 

Outside was a small loading area, not big enough for actual trucks to fit into, but its proximity to the parking lot suggested it was more for cars than actual delivery trucks. Small and quieter than the bustle near the entrance, it was almost perfect. Almost being the key word in that sentence, if it hadn't been for the screaming children and annoyed mother right next to the door. 

You tried to keep calm, picking a spot on a bench that was several feet away, but you could still hear everything, the cars, the kids, the exasperated annoyance from the mother. Tapping your feet in a certain rhythm usually helped to distract you, but today it wasn’t enough, so you tried repeating it with your fingers, counting the beats, anything. It was all in vain though, as nothing drowned out the noise. 

A sports car pulled up, the revving sending you more into overload as a young woman proudly got out. You started to hit your thighs, trying to ignore the kid asking his mom what was wrong with you. Before you retorted something that surely would have made him cry, his mother had whisked him further away. Silently, you thank her for her awareness - though it was probably more out of fear as you definitely weren’t acting like a ‘normal’ person. 

That was a problem for another day, today you were too overwhelmed to approach someone about the stigma surrounding autism and the spectrum in society. But her moving further away also meant the screaming was quieter, more bearable. You just didn’t want to think of what she had texted the person picking her up about you and why she changed location. 

Thankfully, you didn’t have long to think about that because moments later a familiar car pulled down the driveway. It slowed to a stop right in front of you before a familiar man stepped out of the driver side door, almost doubling in length. 

“Y/N,” he breathed out, kneeling in front of you. “Are you okay?” You nodded shortly, avoiding eye contact whilst trying to calm your senses. “Try that trick I taught you, focus on different things, okay?” He had noticed that you were still in a state of panic, and your impending meltdown. And he wanted to try to prevent it, reminding you of the focusing tactic he had taught you. Glancing at him, you nodded, still avoiding eye contact as you took in notes of his appearance. 

The clothes he wore were the same as yesterday’s, probably having fallen asleep in them sometime early in the morning. But he had loosened his tie, to the point it could fall off if you tugged it slightly. As usual though, his socks were unmatched and showed off his slightly dirty converse that he always wore. A wind rushed through, and you picked up on the familiar scent, a mixture of books and vanilla . His hair looked clean and fluffy, like it’d be nice to run your hands through. The two of you sat in silence for a moment as you hesitated about bringing your hands up to touch his hair. 

“Can I hug you?” He questioned once you had visibly calmed down a bit. You were no longer hitting your thigh, and the foot tapping had slowed to almost a complete stop. A hug right now would feel nice, comforting and encasing. 

“Okay,” you whispered gently. He was careful about his approach, allowing you to stand up before wrapping his arms around you, in a safe and secure embrace. It felt comfortable, but still empty. “Tighter,” you whimpered, relishing in the comfort that comes from his arms wrapping tighter around your body. 

“I’ve got you, it’s okay.”

—--

Hours later, you were curled up on his rather comfortable couch, your legs covered by a weighted blanket. Old Doctor Who reruns were playing on the TV, but you didn’t have the energy to pay attention to it. At first you had just wanted to sleep the exhaustion away, but Spencer convinced you to go back to his place with him. You questioned it, of course, and he had convinced you by saying that he’d order your favourite comfort food, and make some calming tea that Garcia had gifted him. And the idea of spending more time with someone who was your comfort place didn’t sound like such a bad idea. 

“Here, I didn’t know how much you wanted so I just put a bit of each onto your plate.” Spencer explained, handing you the plate of Indian food from your favourite place. “And I’ll put your tea here,” he said, placing it down on the coffee table in front of you. 

“Thank you.” Your voice came out as a whisper, afraid it’d break if you talked any louder. 

“It was the crowds wasn’t it?” You glanced at him, confused. “I noticed that when Garcia mentioned a Christmas party, and gift-giving, that you panicked. I assumed that it was because you hadn’t planned for any of that, or had already made plans. But when you called me earlier today I realised it’s probably because of how busy the malls are this time of year. I remembered that you really don’t like crowds, and formed the hypothesis that you avoid malls this time of year because of the crowds.” Your stomach filled with butterflies as he recalled various things about your behaviour, things that you hadn’t even picked up on. 

He kept rambling on, mentioning other things about your behaviour and his hypothesis. But you had already zoned out, thinking more about how captivating he could be when he talked. Ironic, right? Since you had zoned out. 

“So?” He questioned.

“So?” 

“My hypothesis. Is it correct?” He looked at you longingly, awaiting your answer to his rambling.

“Yeah, yeah I guess so.” You giggled lightly, he could be such a genius and still so oblivious sometimes. Though, as the team would argue, so could you. And in a blissful ignorance you both sat for the rest of the night, unaware of the other’s feelings.

#spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #spencer imagine #cute spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fluff

[roguetoo]

... Emperor Sinter Klaas and his space elves... by mangor

[homomenhommes]

bonne fête de Saint Nicholas

Rédiger une lettre à Sinter Klaas est un événement typique aux Pays-Bas et en Belgique

[frankencanon]

it's six in the morning and i haven't slept and i just realized that santa claus and saint nicholas are literally the same name. like it's not alternate names for the same dude it's literally the same name

Saint Nicholas = Sint Nicolaas = Sinter Klaas

= Santa Claus

#holy shit #names #christmas #santa claus #saint nicholas #etymology #anthroponomastics #onomastics #onomatology #anthroponomatology #history #religion #saints #catholicism #catholic #christianity #christian #behindthename #wikipedia

[mangor]

… Sinter Klaas, the God Emperor of Mankind …

#christmas #wh40k #santa #kriskringle #santaclaus #holidays #winter #christmastrees #warhammer40k #spacemarine #astartes #dalle3

[grannymoon]

Sinter Klaas

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[nvrcmplt]

"You are telling me that man dressed in red is not a deity of some kind? I refuse to believe it." He scoffed, sinking a little deeper onto the couch as he watched a Christmas special on television. "He has been alive for countless years and has the power to quietly enter thousands of homes in a single night. That is truly incredible power." (tyler)

Tyler couldn't help but laugh in his hands, the idea that Santa Claus would be seen as a Deity but the more he listened to his friend of another time, place, world almost even though it was Earth just years and years before his own birth - he waited until Rider was completely at peace with his rambling. "Okay, listen to this… " Tyler moved to pause the credits that began to roll, the music was jolly but now muted, Tyler moved to face Rider on the sofa. "Santa Claus, the movie version you're seeing now? Actually a manifestation of beliefs and actually others taking another language translation for their own." He chuckled, moving to talk with his hands a bit.

"Sint Nikolaas, Dutch nickname, was the name of a St. Nicolas way back in the day. It is believed that Nicholas was born sometime around A.D. 280 in Patara, near Myra in modern-day Turkey. He was a good dude and all that, but the legend really started with that he gave away all of his inherited wealth and travelled the countryside helping the poor and sick. One of the most-known St. Nicholas stories is the time he saved three poor sisters from being sold into slavery or prostitution by their father by providing them with a dowry so that they could be married." Tyler knew it was a bit grim, but they all started somewhere dark. It was how many ghost stories, legends, fae and gods were created by faith of the unknown. "Basically, Nicholas’s popularity spread and he became known as the protector of children and sailors. The real person, St. Nicolas was celebrated in Holland still, hence Sint Nikolaas aka Sinter Klaas the shorter version."

Tyler looked over Rider for a moment, smiling in hopes they were following. "Basically, jump a bit into the 1770's? 1780s? One of these, A newspaper or something spoke about St Nic being mourned and celebrated by Dutch families, those from Holland and whatnot. The festive decorations, stockings, toys, fruit bowls, all that you saw in the movie with the tree and tinsel. Long story short, the guy did exist in a form, but not the form you see now. The red and what not was bought in later down the line and Santa Claus to use with English tongues, believed him to be this great man that appeared one night on Christmas to give gifts and look after the sick and kids. Of course, greed of us humans got involved, a mascot for a Festive season - hence the madness of gifts, presents and whatnot as soon as the Red Man comes out on TV or on signs around the streets."

Looking over Rider a bit more, Tyler tilted his head hoping the other was following. "Basically, he could be a Deity at this point, real as the faes in my attic but the innocent belief in him with children is a little easy to break once you realize that the presents bought for you are from your own parents, family members - etc. You ask for it when asked what you'd like. Sometimes it's preplanned, sometimes it's asked for on Santa's lap, which was a gimmick for Toy Store's back in the day - the kid asked for a barbie doll, boom - got the new latest barbie doll that was on TV a week prior." He shrugged a shoulder though.

"Though, again - he could be a Deity that only true believers see like some Fae and Demons, but yeah - he is definitely man-made in my opinion. Made from a real names care and want to be kind in the world. Twisted almost into his fat dude from the North Pole, has elves making toys in his workshop and flying reindeer."

#ardenssolis #« ( Tyler ) » Answers. #» | × | Tyler&Rider || Meeting You Feels Like Walking Into A Dream || #tyler underneath this; learning that santa wasn't real killed me rider - i was hoping he was a fae or something cool but NO IT WAS MY MOM #BUT NOW I'M TOO OLD TO BELIEVE IN HIM

[misspjsuperior]

The Santa Amanita illustration features Mi Padrino who was delighted when children would think he was Santa Claus. Antonio’s Hispanic (specifically Cuban) heritage as a Santa Claus figure is extra appropriate to me now living in Nederland where Sinterklaas is traditionally Hispanic, coming by ship from Spain with a bunch of dudes all named Piet aka Pete. This is likely where “Santa’s helpers” in the workshop elf connotation comes from in the States, from Dutch colonists. For centuries Piet, every one of em, was specifically Zwarte aka Black Pete. As far back as I can find this is simply explained as “because they are accompanying Sinterklaas FROM Spain”. Indeed back when the Roman Catholics were spreading their saints around Europe to (rather successfully) eclipse indigenous pagan practices they came up to the Netherlands from Spain with bishops (Sinterklaas is still depicted in red Bishop robes throughout Dutch culture to this day) accompanied by Moorish servants whose own cultural identity had before been the standard the Iberian peninsula. Things have changed, as they always do and shall, and at least here in my current city of Utrecht these days Piet is no longer specifically zwart. Children welcoming Sinter Klaas to town dress as Piet with his signature feathered hat but they do not (brace yourself) paint their faces black as was once customary. No matter where Santa comes from in what culture his common root is with the psychedelic mushroom medicine of the shamanic ancestors of the reindeer revering Sami people. 🍄 I so wish I could share these first hand experiences with Antonio 🎅 and get his insights on these histories and customs with his worldly wisdom and Santeria lens on the spiritual matters in the continual evolution of such rituals. I breathe deeply and listen to the air move through my pulsing body and hear his sweet sing song voice among ancestral vibrations. I know he is delighted that I share my perspectives and his memory with you. Yule blessings from Cuban Santa and his Ahijada 💚 

Santa Amanita shirt by PJ Superior

#sinterklaas #shaman #santa claus #weird christmas #horned man #green man #mushroom hat #pagan holidays #psychedelique #red mushrooms

[irvinenewshq]

Santas tomb? Researcher says Church in Turkey burial place for authentic St. Nick

Renovations at a church in Demre, Turkey, uncovered what a neighborhood preservationist stated is the burial place of St. Nicholas, the native bishop who grew to become identified all through the world as “Santa Claus,” a Turkish information company reported. The present Church of St. Nicholas in Demre was constructed someday within the two centuries after 600 A.D., professor Osman Eravsar stated, atop ruins of an earlier church flooded by the Mediterranean Sea’s rise. Removing of a flooring slab put in almost 50 years in the past revealed an early Fourth Century flooring on which St. Nicholas seemingly walked, stated Mr. Eravsar, who chairs a cultural heritage preservation group in Antalya, Turkey. “That is an especially necessary discovery, the primary discover from that interval,” Mr. Eravsar instructed the DHA information company. “Due to this fact, we see this church as a discovery that can improve [its] architectural historical past and its iconographic worth a bit extra,” he added. The professor stated there are “in all probability different bones” beneath the older ruins that belong to St. Nicholas, making the church a last resting place for the saint. Different bones stated to belong to the saint are on show at a neighborhood museum in addition to some relics in Italy. Nicholas of Myra, an historical Greek metropolis in Asia Minor which is at this time’s Demre, was born in A.D. 270. The son of a rich service provider, Nicholas was famed for giving his household’s wealth to the poor, particularly offering a destitute man with dowries for his daughters. The presents have been made by tossing purses of gold cash by way of a window at night time, the story goes, and the key gift-giving is claimed to have impressed the legend of Santa Claus dropping presents down chimneys. The title Santa Claus comes from the Dutch nickname for the saint, “Sinter Klaas.” Originally published at Irvine News HQ

#Irvine News HQ

[scotiaeire]

Black Pete Derangement Syndrome | The dishonest smear campaign against a...

I’m married to a Flemishman. I *know* the true story of Black Pete. It is NOT “blackface”. Not at all. Sometimes, political correctness gets it incredibly wrong just for the sake of pushing their agenda. As with the stupidity of the nursery rhyme “baa baa Black Sheep” being abolished (note for the PC activists..black coloured sheep STILL actually exist btw) they need to educate themselves on the tradition of Sinter Klaas and Black Pete.

Shame on the Dutch gov for caving into this shit. In Belgium, last time I was there (last year) the tradition of Black Pete continues and I’m glad.

By behaving in this way, what is the intent? To abolish the very word “black”? The very colour black? ANYTHING black unless it’s sanctified and given out by black people themselves?

Note to activists....research the traditions BEFORE you decide it’s “racist”.

#Sinter Klaas #Black Pete #ignorance of tradition #ignorance of the truth #PC agenda attempt to abolish tradition and heritage in Europe

[duranduratulsa]

Christmas 🎄 pic of the day: Santa Claus 🎅 #christmas #merrychristmas #santaclaus #santa #kriskringle #saintnick #saintnicholas #hohohoho #sinterklaas

#christmas #merry christmas #santa claus #santa #saint nick #saint nicholas #kris kringle #sinter klaas

[bluesunsdusk]

--// Good morning. Time for second birthday. ))

#ooc #it's a dutch tradition #one is spent with family and the other with friends like with sinter klaas #heh no it isn't but i had some of y'all who didn't read ahead #it's a common practice here though idk about other places