If you've been good all year, you get some presents, like the first letter of your first name made out of chocolate and a poem written about you to make fun of your idiosyncrasies.
If you've been bad, you get a bundle of sticks or a bag of salt.
But if you've been really, really bad, you get thrown in Zwarte Piet's gunny sack and taken back to Spain where Sinterklaas lives.
Hmm?
I might have to give Sinterklaas the head's up and tell him all the really, really bad things I've done this year!
Sinterklaas and his un-PC helpers arrive in the Netherlands by steam boat in late November.
A couple of the hundreds of Zwarte Piets.
Sinterklaas also has a horse, Amerigo (and a police escort here in Eindhoven). I forgot to leave a carrot out for Amerigo last night. That trip to Spain is looking more promising!
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