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The story
Before the workshop and the reindeer there was simply a man who kept giving things away at night. The best-known tale tells of three sisters whose family had fallen into poverty; Nicholas is said to have thrown bags of gold through their window under cover of darkness so that they could marry rather than be sold, and to have taken great trouble never to be identified. One version has the gold landing in shoes left drying by the fire, which is why children across Europe still put out a shoe on the fifth of December.
Where it actually comes from
Nicholas was a real bishop of Myra in Lycia, in what is now Demre in Türkiye, and he died around the middle of the fourth century. His cult spread rapidly; in 1087 sailors carried his relics to Bari in southern Italy, where they remain, and his feast on December 6 became one of the great children’s days of the European calendar. He is the patron of children, sailors and, through the three bags of gold, of pawnbrokers. Reformation Europe suppressed the saints’ days in many places, and the gift-giving slid to Christmas — which is precisely how one fourth-century bishop ended up becoming Santa Claus.
What it does for a child
Saint Nicholas gives a family a way to keep the moral heart of the season without the transaction. Where Santa can drift toward a bargain, Nicholas is unambiguous: give, in secret, and leave. For a family that wants their children to understand where Christmas generosity actually came from — and for those who would rather have a religious figure than a commercial one at the center of December — the sixth is a gentler, older place to stand.
The Gold in the Night
A story to read aloud · about 5 minutes
About seventeen hundred years ago, in a harbor town on the sunny coast of Lycia, where white-sailed ships came and went, there lived a boy named Nicholas.
Nicholas was not quite like the other boys. While they played games in the square, he liked to slip into the quiet church and listen. Whatever good thing he heard there, he tried to do with his own two hands.
When Nicholas grew up, he found that he had been left a great fortune, more gold than he could ever need. Nicholas only wondered, “Who needs this more than I do?”
Down his street stood a tall, cold house. The family who lived there had once been rich, and now they had nothing at all. Three sisters lived in that house. In those days a bride needed a gift of money to begin her new home, and because the sisters had none, not one of them could marry. When Nicholas heard of their trouble, his heart ached.
He did not want to be thanked. So one dark night, he wrapped a lump of gold in a cloth, crept to their house and tossed it softly through the window. Then he hurried away into the shadows.
In the morning the family found the gold and could hardly believe their eyes. Now the eldest sister could be married.
A little while later Nicholas came again in the night, and another bundle of gold landed in the house. Now the second sister could be married, too.
But this time someone in the house had decided to stay awake and learn who the kind stranger was. On the third night Nicholas tossed in one more bundle of gold. *Clink!* Someone ran out the door after him. “Wait!” they called. “Please let me see who you are!”
Nicholas was caught. He turned around, and they knew him at once. They knelt to thank him, but he gently lifted them up. “Please,” said Nicholas, “tell no one it was me.”
Not long after, the bishops of the city of Myra gathered to choose a new bishop. That night the eldest of them had a dream. At morning prayers, it said, the first man to come through the church doors whose name was Nicholas should be the new bishop. So before dawn the old bishop watched the doors. The first one in, early as always, was Nicholas.
“What is your name, my son?” asked the old bishop.
Nicholas bowed his head. “My name is Nicholas.”
So he became the Bishop of Myra, though he tried very hard to say no.
Once, sailors caught in a wild storm called out his name. Afterward they said a man just like him had come to help with the ropes until the wind grew still. When they reached Myra they knew Nicholas at once, though they had never met him. He only smiled and would not take any praise.
Another year a famine came, and the people of Myra went hungry. Great ships full of wheat stopped in the harbor on their way to the Emperor. Nicholas asked the sailors to share a hundred measures from each ship.
“We dare not,” they said. “Every grain is counted.”
“Share it,” said Nicholas, “and I promise you will not come up short.”
So they shared. When the ships reached Alexandria, the wheat still measured full, every last grain. The wheat left behind in Myra fed the people for two whole years, with seed left over to plant.
Nicholas grew old in Myra and kept giving quietly all his life. Ever since, on the night before his feast day, children in many lands set out their shoes, and in the morning they find small surprises. They are given the way Nicholas liked best: in secret, in the dark, and with love.
Adapted from Jacobus de Voragine, translated by William Caxton, The Golden Legend, “The Life of S. Nicholas the Bishop” (1483). Public domain. Read the original.
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