It can get very cold in the Netherlands. It was cold on the morning of Dirk's birthday. It was dark, too. But Dirk didn't care. Quickly, he jumped out of his warm bed. Then he dressed as fast as he could.
"Mother!"Dirk called. His mother was in the kitchen. She was preparing breakfast. As Dirk rushed in, she smiled. "May you live long, "she said. Dirk smiled back at her. He knew what she meant. It was a birthday wish.
Breakfast was good. But Dirk could hardly eat. He was eager to get to school. He almost hurried too much. He almost forgot the chocolates and cakes!They were gifts. He couldn't forget these.
Dirk had chocolates and cakes for every child in his class. The children would be waiting. They knew it was Dirk's birthday. And they knew he would bring gifts. All the children did this.
After school there would be a party. Then Dirk would get gifts. And he would give gifts, too.
Some children would get pencils. Some would get hair ribbons. Others would get notebooks. But each child would receive one gift.
This is what Dutch children do on their birthdays. They get gifts. And they give gifts. In Netherlands, everyone shares on birthdays.