I’m wide awake on Christmas morn, thinking about a little ditty my grandmother used to sing to me as she rocked me to sleep.
I was barely six when I had learnt that ditty from nursery school. I had gone home and sung it to her. My grandma often sewed little outfits for me, so this song thrilled her to no end. After learning it, she’d sing it softly into my ear every time she put her arms around me and gently rocked me to sleep.
Sometimes, I wish I could turn back time.