We didn't know what the words meant, but we enjoyed listening to her sing the verse as she skipped around the house that year.
We sang many of the familiar holiday tunes in the car as we drove over the mountains that Christmas Eve to celebrate with family at my brother's house in Gig Harbor.
We stopped to have lunch at a little restaurant when the road made us hungry and weary. In passing, I noticed that the pretty young woman who took our dinner requests had an unusual accent. However, we were distracted by our young daughters and entertaining them while we waited for our meal and hadn't chatted with her.
It wasn't too long before the little song was forming once again on the lips of our little singer. She sang it out clear and sweet:
Gooi wat in mijn schoentje,
Breng wat in mijn laarsje,
Dank je Sinterklaasje.
It was not until after she finished the verse that we noticed that our waitress had walked over to our table and was standing close to our daughter. Tears were rolling down her cheeks.
"How do you know this song?" She sniffed.
Our daughter proudly responded, "From my teacher!"
"I am from the Netherlands," the tearful server explained, "and, this is the song I sang so much as a child. You have made me remember my home and how much I miss my family."
Then she asked our daughter to sing it once more time. She got down on her knees and sang the words along with her.
"Oh, thank you!" she exclaimed. "What a wonderful present you have given me today."
Then, she rushed away to get our food.
Hope everyone of you get to remember something special this beautiful Christmas season.