Christmas in Mozambique
#christmas this post tries to be an answer to the suggestion of @ppoli61
The night before Christmas I was waiting in my room. It was very late but I couldn´t sleep. I had to uncover a lie! Although my parents had told me the fairy tale of Santa Claus and the gifts, I just knew it couldn´t be so! In spite of my young age. So, when my parents tiptoed down the stairs with a bundle of packets, there we were! My sister and I, ambushed!
The day of Christmas was very hot. The typical image of children overdressed and with berrets covering the ears, and rolling snowballs, wasn´t there. But it was magical all the same. In a different way, it felt a lot like Christmas. Almost every nuclear family in Mozambique didn´t have the rest of the relatives around. The same happened with us. So, every Christmas, we joined with friends and exchanged presents, conversation, laughs and willingness to share love. And we felt cosy. And we felt like family! It was really magical.
