On the night of December 5, kids in some European countries put their boots in front of their door step, hoping for Santa Claus to leave a little gift, some chocolate, apples and nuts. They always leave the largest shoes they own, in the hope for lots of chocolate and presents.
As one can see, husband was hoping, too:
This year this was also the night, adventurous friend of mine and I decided to have a sleep over party. Our sleep over parties are always the same: Son waits not so patiently all day for his best buddy to arrive. They see each other, hug each other, hit each other over the head, push each other around. Then they will disappear in son's room or they will play playstation. For many, many hours. If we let them, from 8pm till 3am, like last night. The whole time they talk in a very quite manner as if not to draw attention to themselves. Which always works since buddy's mother and I are busy talking for many, many hours, too.
Sometimes, friend and I mix some great cocktails.
The next day the boys normally wake up early. They start playing immediately and don't stop till buddy's mom tells him he has to get ready to leave. Another 3 hours later, the boys are still talking in their low voices, playing. Buddy's mom will try to drag buddy out of the house. She will tell him, she REALLY has to leave. All the while the boys nod friendly and keep on talking and playing. After another hour, friend is considering leaving the house without her son. When the boys finally realise that there will be absolutely no further delays, they give each other a hug, hit each other over the head and push each other around. And they are loud, very, very loud.
