Mijn Sinterklaasgedicht van 2002 (De surprise was een LoTR popup-boek):

We lay our scene with Sint and Pete,
old white meat and black elite
Chillin' in the summer heat, a Madrid back street
we listen in from the backseat, all discrete.

So Sint, give me a hint, said Pete, I don't know what to buy!
Well, just give him a hi-fi or bonsai or akai, we have an oversupply, said Sint with a sigh.
Your plan goes awry, you bearded old guy, was his wry reply,
Michael wants books and games and indoor slippers! Not cheap stuff from Shanghai!
Indoor strippers? We don't have those on standby! was Sint's cry.

And what's with all the gaming, doesn't he go outside?
Don't be snide, he is all over the countryside, Pete replied.
He goes out role-playing, that's character-portraying and monster-slaying,
while zombies are decaying and hounds baying, he's fireball-spraying!

Well Pete, you know best, so we shall grant him his request,
Although we have no treasure chest or holy quest,
The Lord of the Rings is our bequest,
as well as a chocolate letter to digest.

Oh Hell! Throw in a game as well!
I'm rhyming Pete, and I excel and yell and rebel,
swift as a gazelle, that's how I spell,
that's how you tell certified Sint personnel,
from Spain where we dwell we yell farewell.