In the middle of play and cacophony, dodging her friends who never seemed to leave her, Pari came running to me, while I was on scooter back from the local market, to tell me, “But, mamma, I wanted to be alone on Christmas Eve. Santa is going to be in our home and I needed some alone, quiet time to feel the night, read my letter again and add if something comes up to me last moment.”
The reason for those whispers in my ears was a sleep-over being decided by her friends at our place that night. On Christmas Eve. These girls – Pari, her neighbourhood friends, and Pari’s cousin sister, Sarah, (it was to be her first sleepover ever!) had been planning and yearning for this overnight get-together for weeks now, and each time one reason or another sprang up not making it possible.
It’s interesting that the sleep-over finally made its way on Christmas Eve.