Last Sunday morning, it was "Sinterklaas". Sinterklaas is a fellow with a long white beard who walks on the roofs and who, together with his servant, Zwarte Piet, brings presents for children every 6th of December.
He also brings candy, cookies and chocolate.
Of course, I'm no longer a child, so the friendly old man doesn't bring me anymore presents or candy, but my lovely wife surprised me with a huge pile of chocolate on the breakfeast table.
When I was sitting there, in the kitchen, with a hot cup of coffee in my right hand, chocolate in the left hand, putting the chocolate in the coffee and letting it melt in my mouth, piece after piece of excellent chocolate melted in hot coffee, it suddenly struck me that if there is a heaven, then it must be like that.
A lazy Sunday with no obligations, nothing that needs to be done, no where to go to, cold weather outside, warm inside the house, good music coming out of the radio, excellent female company, and a never ending sensation of melting chocolate in my mouth.
That's heaven for me.
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