Sinterklaas gently climbed out of the fireplace, shaking the ash from his fur before walking over to the tree, rubbing his paws together, he takes a cookie from the nightstand and opened his mouth to chow down. Suddenly his ears perked up at the sound of wooden floorboards creaking, turning his head he saw someone standing in the doorway to the living room "Shhh..." Sinterklaas put a finger to his snout "Merry Klassmis, Kleintje."