I didn't even know who St. Nick was as a child, other than another name for Santa Claus. After marrying Superdad I was duly informed since, apparently, St. Nick's Day is a traditional holiday for many Orthodox Catholics growing up in Milwaukee, of which his mom was one of (although many will argue that its roots are German. Or Dutch. You can decide for yourself by reading more about the holiday here).
Last night, per tradition, we hung our stockings in anticipation of the generous saint's visit.
The kids were easy to rouse this morning. They dressed in half the time it usually takes them and dashed downstairs to see if their behavior in 2006 warranted presents or coal. Thankfully it was presents for all.
To those who celebrate the holiday and to those who don't, I hope you all have as pleasant a day as we've been having. Happy St. Nick's Day!
UPDATE: Superdad informs me that it's impossible to be both Orthodox and Catholic. Superdad's mom is (well, was) Orthodox. Oops.