The whole country wakes up on the first day of January and seems surprised that a new year has begun. The sudden calmness of January following the complete madness of December does not seem real. It makes some people wonder if December really happened at all (but they could just be suffering from firework related PTSD).
It is acceptable to greet friends, family, colleagues and acquaintances with ‘happy new year’ at any point during January (as long as you are not doing it every time you see them).
Over the course of the month Christmas trees are made homeless and forced to live on the streets. The remains of all the New Year’s Eve fireworks are slowly pushed to the sides of the street.
The majority of the population is still getting used to the fact that a new year has started. A whole month having passed by has not helped them come to grips with the new situation. Administration becomes a nightmare. Thousands of important documents have to be thrown away each day because someone wrote last year’s date on them.
Anyone who still insists on wishing people ‘happy new year’ is now officially considered weird.
The Christmas trees on the streets are now gone but the remains of fireworks can still be found lodged in sewer drains, concealed under cars or hiding in hard to reach street corners.
Despite the last two months confusion most people have finally been able to accept that the new year has begun. There are only the extreme few who are still getting confused or are living in denial. Some are so confused that they have started thinking it is 1995. Others have started denying the existence of years and the concept of time altogether out of self-preservation.
Most of the firework remains are gone by now but a few can still be found stuck in trees, hiding under bushes, laying in open fields or in other places outside of the street cleaners jurisdiction.
Months don’t usually have a colour (since they are a conceptual measurement of time and not a physical object to which colour can be applied). However, the colour of April is Orange. The colour suddenly appears everywhere. People are dressed in it, shops are decorated with it and food is dyed to be it. It’s weird but it’s all in preparation for King’s Day, the celebration of the Dutch monarch’s birthday and the biggest country wide party of the year.
Luckily the arrival of King’s Day has helped everyone finally agree that the new year has started for real. The last of the New Year’s Eve fireworks have been cleaned away just in time for the mess that will be created by King’s Day.
Most of the country is still recovering from King’s Day and is now focused on the start of the summer holidays in two months time.
Everyone is equally surprised, horrified, annoyed and delighted by the arrival of the hot summer weather. It becomes suddenly impossible to find a seat at a café terras anywhere, ice cream sales go up and barbequing no longer requires an umbrella.
Thousands of caravans suddenly appear on motorways all over the country as most of the Dutch population makes their way to various campsites (most of which will be in the South of France).
Everyone returns to work or school and starts focusing on the next thing to look forward to, Sinterklaas and Christmas. As such, the first kruidnoten are sighted in shops.
The summer weather starts to fade. The café terras are slowly packed away for another year, ice cream shops wonder what to do for the next six months and people living in denial try to have one last barbeque before Autumn officially begins.
Full displays of kruidnoten and chocolate letters appear in shops by the end of the month.
October is a confusing month. No one quite knows how to handle it. Is Halloween a thing? Should it be? Shouldn’t we just wait for Sint Maarten in November? Some shops make a half hearted attempt at putting up some spooky decorations but mostly they wait to see what other people do.
Either way, the early sales of kruidnoten and chocolate letters at least means that they can be given out as Halloween trick or treat snacks.
The real excitement begins. What will become two months of hyperactive and over sugared children starts with Sint Maarten and continues with the arrival of Sinterklaas (and the annual Zwarte Piet debate).
It already becomes difficult to find the chocolate letter for your name. Most people resort to an alternative spelling of their name (involving a Z,Y or X). In some extreme cases people have their name legally changed to avoid the frustration in the years to follow.