Sinter Klaas, take three

After last year's debacle trying to get home after Sinter Klaas with Oma, we learned, sort of, and put our winter tires in our trunk. They would have come in handy actually on the rims, as we hit some nasty weather, but we made it without being plowed under by a semi. Croquettes, oblies, spice cookies and pizza kept our butts firmly on the couch, but we managed to sing some carols, play some games, and empty our shoes with gusto.