I tend to be a bit of a "bah humbug" person around this time of year. I watch people spending money that they can't afford on gifts that may or may not be suitable or appreciated, and I decided a long time ago that it wasn't what I wanted to remember about the Christmas season.
My mother, though, loves many of the trappings of Christmas, and one of her favorites is a Christmas tree. Since she's 93, it seemed a good idea to cater to her wishes and put up a tree. They do fill the house with a glorious scent, and even I have to admit that a lit Christmas tree is a joy to behold.
However, I don't think we enjoy our trees nearly as much as the goats enjoyed theirs--albeit in a very different fashion. I know they'll like ours just as much.
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| Dolly and D'Arcy are the first to nibble |
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| Beatrice and Leah have to assert themselves, of course. |
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| Dolly wonders if she can get another bite. |
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| The herd queen loves the tree! And Dolly can only wait her turn. |
