Betcha didn't know he's buried in Ireland. Every year this catches me unawares. The Big Swiss has been wrapping and stuffing things in boots since 5am. He's now waiting with AN Tic.......iPation for the rest of the household to wake. He gathered this mornings goodies at the Romanian shop, in Enniscorthy unawares to me. We shall break fast on chocolate covered plums, apricots and cherries, Turkish delight, halva and the Russian version of Panetone. The newly cleaned muck boots are stuffed with walnuts and clementines mixed with some charity shop jumpers and books. For those of you who don't know St Nicholas is buried in Waterford, Ireland... "Learn who was Saint Nicholas & St Nicholas in Ireland." I love the image of the Irish knights stealing the bones to bring them back to the land of the ancient Saints and Scholars. What if their ship had sank? Maybe like William Marshall they met a great storm. They threw one of Santa's tiny toe bones into the rampant waves, the winds quieted and the legend of Father Christmas was born.