The habit of celebrating  "The  Little Angel Wake" is still practiced nowadays, especially in the north and northwest of Argentina, although not with the same magnificence of  twenty or thirty years ago.
It consists of meeting, to pay homage to the dead child. When the economic means of the parents permit it,  not only the relatives are invited, but also all the neighbours.
When all of them are congregated , and livened up by the traditional dreamer drummer, violins, guitars and boxes, they carry out the "dance of the little angel".   There should not lack during the night, the coffee with cane , the liquor boiled with pruning or with wild "poleo", numerous vessels with  white "algarroba" properly fermented in order to revive the sorry spirit of afflicted parents of the little angel. When the cock crows, the godparents begin the first dance, an act in which each of them in turn, to the beat of the chords from the harp or the guitar, dance, balancing the coffin in their arms, then after brief  minutes performing some pretty dances, following the rhythmn of the music, they finish by saying goodbye to their godchild. 

Then the drums beat in the silence of the night and until the dawn some psalms were recited or songs sung typical of the place in order to help the little angel fly, so everything finishes full of mimic dances, laments and songs. Also, at the same time, they should set off  many dozens of rockets into the air, being careful not to burn the wings of the innocent angel, that flies looking for the heart of the glory. When they go to the cemetery, the people assisting  are again fed with cold cakes and very especially with "aloja" and  boiled mint with liquor.

Formerly they were been accustomed to recite some verses, like the following:

Little Angel of glory,
you carry a bouquet in your hand,
in heaven and in the glory
you will pray for your siblings.
Little Angel of glory
you will pray for your siblings,
you wear a garland of flowers,
you will pray for your relatives.
Little Angel of glory.
you take a lucky bouquet,
in heaven and in the glory
you must pray for your dad.
Little Angel of glory
you will cry drops of wine
in heaven and in the glory,
you will pray for your godfathers.
From the trunk the branch was born
from the branch the little tree.
How the mother of this angel
will be feeling!

Little mother of my life,
don't cry, don't be sorrowful,
your dear child already leaves
left from your chains.
God will pay you, my mother,
God must pay you for it,
for the milk that you gave me
with so fine a will.