I have a story to tell; a story of a heart-break between Santa and Zwarte Piet. The role of Zwarte Piet in The Netherlands is challenged. Protesters want to eliminate Piet because of racial discontent. I know this is false because as a child in Holland, we celebrated Santa and Zwarte Piet. The protesters do not know the whole story. I know the story of Zwarte Piet, and everyone should know the truth how Santa inspires and change lives. Piet was not a slave who was brought to Holland to serve a white master. This is a story about a dedicated boy who loved to sprint in neighborhoods, jump on rooftops, and drop into the chimneys to deliver toys and celebrate the holiday season. Truthfully, I am embarrassed to have Zwarte Piet, questioned in my home town. SANTA AND PIET The story of Zwarte Piet is a story about Santa, who was in need of a helper. Santa saw a spirited lad sitting on the side walk twirling a can. Santa was inspired to meet him. He seemed to have so much energy and wasting it. The young blue-eyed and blond curly hair lad was endowed with great sprinting skill. He could sprint like a leopard and climb like a squirrel. Santa took Piet under his wing because he had an issue with sloth, and Santa desired to spur his passion. Santa hired Piet during the Christmas season to deliver toys to tiny tots. The children wrote yearly a letter to Santa and petitioned all sort of things like Tonka Trucks and Barbie Dolls. And children would promise excellent behavior towards parents and be kind to siblings. The promise of good behavior would be rewarded, and children anticipated the arrival of the Christmas season. Santa was ready to bless the children and shower presents wrapped in vivid colors. The list of Santa was long, and many deliveries had to be made. Piet was always late and Santa worked hard to save him from sloth. One day, Santa was very upset and scold Piet to pay attention and be on time. Santa gave Piet a bag loaded with presents to deliver to each house. Piet fetched the presents and took out his watch and lamented. Oh, I have only a short time to deliver. The sun is rising and I have little time to fulfill the list. Piet sat down, and sweat was running off his cheek and gasped frustrated that he would not meet the deadline. Suddenly, the lad got up and started to sprint and jump on top of a roof to the chimney. Every house has a chimney in Holland and during the winter the chimney was well stocked with pitch dark black coal. Piet wiggled and slid into the chimney with the bag of toys and a note from Santa. He finished the delivery so fast that Santa blinked twice. And when Santa saw him, he laughed and stroke his long snow-white beard. Piet, I am pleasantly surprised. You must have run liike a Greyhound. But, what happened to you. You are pitch black. Piet was elated that he did not disappoint Santa, and said, I am happy you are pleased. No, I did not run from house to house. The Lord blessed me with sprinting and jumping skills. I love to jump roof-tops, wiggle, and slide. And when the toys are by the fire-place I crawl like a squirrel out of the chimney and sprint to the next house. Santa bellowed and raised his hands, This is a miracle, and from this day forwards I will call you Zwarte Piet. Now, go home and wash the coal off. And I will see you tomorrow. Now, I know that the children will receive their toys in time. Santa wept with joy, and the next-day Santa saw a spirited wide-eyed lad with striking blonde hair and fine streaks of shimmering black strands. The boy found his passion working with Santa during the holiday season of cheer and joy.
Posted on: Fri, 25 Oct 2013 17:39:52 +0000
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