My husband and I got home from an unexpected date night to find my mother-in-law alone in her pajamas sitting at the kitchen table scribbling something on a piece of paper. This isn't unusual except for the pajamas.
My husband greeted her by saying, "Hello Mother." She replied, "Hello Son." Then my husband said, "Those are the ugliest pajamas I have ever seen." I defended her saying, "They aren't that bad, Mammina." She gave me a smirk as I walked by to put my doggy bag away in the fridge. I tried to look over her shoulder but she blocked my view. She said she wasn't sure if it was a surprise. Apparently, my daughter had requested that my mother-in-law write down all of the words to the Italian lullaby "Caro Jesu". I've heard the song a hundred times, sung the first 20 or so times by my mother-in-law, then the next 80 or so by the two of them together. I convinced her to explain the words to me.
In the sweet song, a young child is praying to baby Jesus. The child says that his father is a poor man and is not able to buy him a toy. The child prays for baby Jesus to come down from heaven to play with him.
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