What is it like to be a Holiday Baby?

As the title questions, and you may be asking, what is it like to be a holiday baby?  Well, I being one of these can explain.  First, imagine that you see gifts for your birthday, and say it is Christmas time. Times your birthday gifts by two, then eliminate half of what you see.  That is one of the many horrors of being a holiday baby. 

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The following stories contain people that have Holibirths.

First, is about my father, he was born on the twenty-first of June nine-teen fifty-seven.  Can you guess what holiday is very close to his birthday?  You guessed it, Father's Day.   Now flash back to Bed Bath and Beyond and little Matthew about ten years in age that is running up and down isles screaming while his mother is hustling to find Matthew a birthday present (and fathers day present) for his dad.  Well as you might guess my mom found the perfect gift the Ped-Egg. The cheese grater foot massager.  I mean it was a foot massager but on the little television that shows the magic of the Ped-Egg they were cutting cheese. Little Matthew was very excited to shred cheese when he got home. On the way home Matthew expressed his feelings to his mom. She said we had to wrap it and give it to dad strait away. Well, anyway when we got back to the house I wrapped it up with my magical ten year old wrapping skills and gave it to my dad.  I told him it was for his birthday and Father's Day, he smiled on the outside but knew he was dying on the inside.

 Matthew (a 14 and 12 hours old Matthew to be exact) was dining at the fine establishment called Full House.  Full House is probably my favorite place to eat Chinese food.  (Mikelle can attest that I love Chinese.) While I was eating my Sweet-'n'-Sour Chicken.  I suddenly heard my mom's cell phone ring.  I simply thought that it was nothing and kept to myself eating my chicken.  I only knew it was something big when my mom about dropped her phone into her wonton soup.  She exclaimed "Sarah is engaged to Tanner!" I spewed out my chicken and looked at her and said "What?!" I was happy for her but also dying on the inside because I knew the rest of the night was going to be about her, and questions would be asked like "How big is the diamond?" and "When's the wedding?" Wow, way to steal the show Tanner. You owe me. Big time.

To conclude if someone has a birthday on a holiday, I have two pieces of advice. 1.) DO NOT give them a gift that "counts for their birthday and the holiday that is so close", and 2.) DO NOT propose to their sister the night of their birthday.  Not cool man, not cool.

Sinterklaas? Who is that?

Hello magnificent Non-Dutch Citizen, and as you all don't know, Sinterklaas season is upon us.  Who or what is Sinterklaas you ask?  Let me explain.

Back before I was born, and my grandmother was a wee little lass,  on the fifth of December a man named Sinterklaas came on his grey horse.  He would ride all around town leaving gifts for the young boys and girls in their shoes.  Things like chocolates, and small candies, and he also brings one big gift just for you.  You may be asking "What does he do with the bad children."  Well, what I didn't tell you was that black pete would come with Sinterklaas too.  He would take all the bad boys and girls away in a sack, to Spain and make them his slaves/servants.  Honestly, I would take a free trip to Spain than stay in Utah all year.

Gangster Sinterklaas and Black Pete brought to you by Wikipedia

You may also be wondering, "Why in the world is Matthew writing about this."  Well, I have a confession to make... I'm part Dutch.  You see my grandmother who is full Dutch used to have all of her children and grandchildren come and be a part of the Sinterklaas party.  We would go and have a huge breakfast, and while eating breakfast parents would write in a notebook two things about each of the children in their family, one good thing and one bad thing, then, we would sing the words of Sinterklaas which are Sinterklaas kapoentje gooi wat in mijn schoente, breng wat in mijn laarsj, dankje Sinterkaasje. Which if you are wondering, translates into Nicholas remember us on five of December.  Fill our little shoe, do, Thank you, Saint Nicholas. (Thanks for the help grandma.) Then if my grandmother does not think that it is loud enough she makes us sing it once more.  Then Sinterklaas comes with Black Pete and brings children gifts.  (He doesn't really bring them, the parents do.  Yes I know i'm ruining the magic.)  When it is your turn, you go up and sit on Sinterklaas' lap, and he reads from the book out loud and every time he does, my grandma no matter who it is shouts "Put 'em in the sack!"  Thanks grandma.

Now grandma thought last year, the party was getting too big.  So she made an end to the tradition.  Now, we celebrate it with our immediate family. So my mom thought that it would be fun if my little niece and nephew come over to spend the night, and we are going to have some sort of Sinterklaas party.  I'm not sure how it will turn out.  Hopefully well.

Well now you have more information about something that you will possibly never need.  Unless you get jumped, and the person who jumped you says that you can live only if you can tell him information about the Brothers Sinterklaas party and you can tell them everything about it.  You're welcome, I may have just saved your life.

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