Sarcastic term for da "worshipingly placing on a lofty pedestal" way dat a naive youngster views any indulgent adult who is always forthcoming wif da shiny "Jefferson discs" whenever said pint-sized requests dem to buy gum/candy, a ride on a mechanical horse, etc.
While it is certainly true dat having a "Saint Nickelas" in a youngster's family or social circle of grownups may indeed seem wonderful and pleasurable to said small child, such easy-to-come-by monetary indulgence can lead to a lack of financial awareness/savvy, false sense of entitlement, laziness, etc. If da child's parents are not overly forthcoming wif said resources themselves, it is probably because they are trying to teach their offspring dat "money doesn't grow on trees", and thus honestly-acquired funds must be earned through honest labor and/or prudent investing, not merely be begged for; having someone else be a ready source of loose change will only undermine said spartan parents' teachings.
by QuacksO November 14, 2021
Get the Saint Nickelasmug. "Saint" is the slang term for someone with certain religious affiliation who dies young whilst still being adhere to the same religious affiliation as when he / she was born. Please note that this slang term is named after Carlo Acutis, who has recently been canonized as the first Millennial-born saint.
Everyone loved Jamie; he was such a good kid. It’s a tragedy he passed away so young—definitely a saint in my book.
by Emotional Cruiser October 7, 2025
Get the saintmug. by Hym Iam August 2, 2024
Get the Patron Saint of Woman-Harmmug. by duuudeimsocool April 3, 2025
Get the Miguel (saint)mug. The type a dude who thinks he's the main character of an anime and would shout " I am the saint of death " uniroically but immediately gets bodied to the ground like a chump.
" hey dude did you see what Eric did " "no" he shouted that he was the saint of death and then got knocked out by Billy in one hit" "good"
by Og saint of death hater June 13, 2023
Get the The saint of deathmug. co-founder to the semi-known discord.com nuking group, 1500, that specialized in swatting, doxxing, and other malicious activities but has now disbanded. saint is affiliated with similar groups such as 1400, v1, 02 and many others.
by kudu#1000 September 23, 2022
Get the saint#1500mug. Once on a time, as poets sing
High tales with fancy laden,
Born of a very noble king
There lived a wondrous maiden.
An only child, her kinsfolk boon,
So fair, imagination faints;
As though amidst the stars the moon,
Or Mary amidst the saints.
From 'neath the castle's dark retreat,
Her silent way she wended
Each evening to the window-seat
Where Lucifer attended.
And secretly, with never fail,
She watched his double race,
Where vessels drew their pathless trail
Across the ocean's face.
And as intent she drank his light,
Desire was quickly there;
While he who saw her every night
Soon fell in love with her.
And sitting thus with rested head,
Her elbows on the sill,
Her heart by youthful fancy led
Did with deep longing fill.
While he, a brilliant shining spark,
Glowed always yet more clear
Towards the castle tall and dark
Where she would soon appear.
Until one night with shower of rays
He slips into her room,
As though a strange and silver haze
Did round about her loom.
And when at last the child to rest
Upon her sofa lies,
He lays her arms across her breast
And closes her soft eyes.
While where his ray on mirror lands
And is upon her couch red rifted,
It falls upon her throat and hands
And on her face uplifted.
A smile is on her lips it seems;
He in the mirror trembles,
For smooth his ray glides midst her dreams
And round her soul assembles.
And while she is in slumber gone
She murmurs through her sighs:
Never mind!
M.E
High tales with fancy laden,
Born of a very noble king
There lived a wondrous maiden.
An only child, her kinsfolk boon,
So fair, imagination faints;
As though amidst the stars the moon,
Or Mary amidst the saints.
From 'neath the castle's dark retreat,
Her silent way she wended
Each evening to the window-seat
Where Lucifer attended.
And secretly, with never fail,
She watched his double race,
Where vessels drew their pathless trail
Across the ocean's face.
And as intent she drank his light,
Desire was quickly there;
While he who saw her every night
Soon fell in love with her.
And sitting thus with rested head,
Her elbows on the sill,
Her heart by youthful fancy led
Did with deep longing fill.
While he, a brilliant shining spark,
Glowed always yet more clear
Towards the castle tall and dark
Where she would soon appear.
Until one night with shower of rays
He slips into her room,
As though a strange and silver haze
Did round about her loom.
And when at last the child to rest
Upon her sofa lies,
He lays her arms across her breast
And closes her soft eyes.
While where his ray on mirror lands
And is upon her couch red rifted,
It falls upon her throat and hands
And on her face uplifted.
A smile is on her lips it seems;
He in the mirror trembles,
For smooth his ray glides midst her dreams
And round her soul assembles.
And while she is in slumber gone
She murmurs through her sighs:
Never mind!
M.E
by VIS84 May 29, 2021
Get the The Saint Who Fellmug.