Baaaaaah humbug!

My sister recently informed me that she was getting me a goat for Christmas. Now, to be honest, I was a bit annoyed because I am one of those people who doesn’t like to be told what I’m getting for Christmas. I like the magic of unwrapping a Christmas present, wondering what goodies are inside. (OK, I’m a big child!) I even do my best to disguise presents I have bought for my nearest and dearest. You should see how I disguised a book I bought for my wife with an empty washing up liquid bottle, an old yoghurt carton and some sticky-backed plastic.

Wait a minute!! Did she just say that she was giving me a GOAT for Christmas? Reality kicked in. It was obvious that no amount of creative wrapping would disguise a goat.

I began to think of all the problems there would be with a goat for a pet. Where would I keep it in my bijou garden? Would I need council permission to own a goat in a residential area? However, I began to warm to the idea of being the only one in the street with a goat. Think of the endless supply of goat’s milk and cheese. I was glad I had watched all those Blue Peter programmes on caring for your pets, although, I don’t think they ever specifically covered goats. Mind you, I did look up some recipes for goat meat dishes on the internet – just in case things didn’t work out!

Then sister dropped another bombshell. Apparently I had misunderstood her and she wasn’t actually giving ME the goat but giving it to a family in a developing country on my behalf. I had become quite used to the idea of having a goat; I had started clearing out the garage and thinking of appropriate names! However, I had to agree that it was a brilliant idea to spend money on someone who really needed it. So, on Christmas morning a family in Africa will be unwrapping my goat. Still, it means I don’t have to worry about how to dispose of the droppings!

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