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The goats of Christmas past.

Several Christmases ago, I was giving an average five goats or wells to Third World villages in lieu of receiving gifts from friends. The number dwindled in recent years; and this year, none. The chattering classes seem to have given up on sanctimonious and conspicuous charity dressed up as Christmas cheer.

So why do I feel guilty? Every gift I unwrapped this year brought visions of a Third World villager peering to the horizon for a goat who would never come.

Happy new year to all.


Melbourne Girl said...

HA!!! I laughed so hard when reading this I almost snorted coffee from my nose
Thanks KH...and a happy new year to you and yours too!

kitchen hand said...

Happy new year, Melbourne Girl.