they were whisperings of a possible visit from St.Nick late last night.  we all reminded each other to put a pair of shoes outside our door and went to bed.  he did visit and we each got a little bag of goodies.  i love St.Nick and love our personal St.Nick from Bodenseehof — it was rather dear of them, wasn’t it?

i came back from the shower this morning and to the horror of my roomate was singing/rapping a song created by my genious sister and brother-in-law.  it’s all i can think when i hear someone say, “Saint Nick.”

there are twinkle lights all over school, paper snowflakes and dried fruit, a very large advent wreath in our lecture hall, and our own tiny christmas tree in the open lounge.  this all makes it feel a bit more like christmas for me.

or maybe it was seeing these pictures that made it really feel like christmas time.