The Gift of th Magi and No Milk for the Christmas

Hi dears...hope you are enjoying the rest of the cake 🎂. The other day, I took Pearl S. Buck seriously and wanted to surprise my mom by milking the cow before she gets up. As I showed up in the dark, our cow was a bit surprised to see me in a different role. She looked very cool and unusually willing to get along anyway. But the udder felt shrunken and nothing came out to my disappointment. I soon realized that my mom had forgotten to tether the calf a bit away from its mother in the evening. And it so happens once in a blue moon.
 To keep a short story short, obviously, it was a  great Christmas for the calf however. And he deserves it for letting us have a nice coffee the year round. In a short while before it is too late, a few of my neighbors turned up with little pots wondering why the supply was late. Mom pointed at the calf and I feigned knowing nothing. The cow and calf looked  indescribably happier as the day warmed up with sun rays. That Christmas was theirs for sure. In fact, all Christmases gone and yet to come, because I guess Jesus was born in one of their ancestor's home. Happy Christmas.

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