[VIDEO] ‘All I Want For Christmas is a Goat’: Choir of Goats Sing Classic Christmas Carols

The Swedish branch of ActionAid, an international charity working to fight poverty and further human rights, just released an album entitled “All I Want For Christmas is a Goat.” It’s one of the funniest things we’ve heard all year.

A cacophanous choir of goats sing eight classic Christmas carols including “Jingle Bells”:

Source: Archie McPhee’s


Scenes of Privation out of Charles Dickens Haunt Us Today

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WASHINGTON — Donald Lambro writes:   In Charles Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol,” there is a heart-wrenching scene of the struggling Cratchit family’s meager meal that included a small goose and a tiny plum pudding.

The family is barely scraping by on the minuscule wages paid by the miserly Ebenezer Scrooge. Dickens describes “one small atom of a bone upon the dish” that remained on the table, followed by a “speckled cannon-ball” of blazing pudding with a sprig of holly stuck on top that ended the skimpy Christmas Eve dinner.

“But nobody said or thought it was at all a small pudding for a large family. It would have been flat heresy to do so,” Dickens observes.

Such was the daily life of want and hunger among the poor population in 18th-century London. With so many mouths to feed, Mrs. Cratchit managed to stretch what little they had to eat with a few potatoes and some applesauce.

Here in the world’s wealthiest country, some may think that such bleak circumstances are long since past or very rare. But they’re not. Millions of our fellow citizens are still struggling to feed themselves and their families.

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Duke Ellington and the Great Christmas Secret

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Incarnational living versus the selfie-ness of the season.

Elizabeth Scalia writes:  The story goes that if the legendary composer and orchestrator Duke Ellington had met you, and gotten his hands on your mailing address, you’d have gotten a Christmas card from him. It may not come at Christmas, but at some point during the year, his personally written and signed greetings would grace your mailbox.

“Duke Ellington and I exchanged Christmas greetings each year,” wrote Joe Delaney of the Las Vegas Sun. “Mine were sent in mid-December. Duke sent his when the spirit moved him.”

A reformed Ebenezer Scrooge may have pledged to “honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year,” but for Ellington, no reform was needed. His card list was extensive, and he faithfully wrote out his greetings while traveling, or when there was a little downtime between gigs. Friends said he found nothing strange in dropping some Christmas wishes in the dog days of summer, when chestnuts roasting on an open fire seemed a hellish idea, and a stable suggested only a stench.

The cards we are receiving at our house this year, though timely, have seemed relentlessly self-absorbed and unseasonal; the majority of them are not even cards, but photographs. They are pictures of families — or at least of the children, no matter how old — posing in bathing suits on a beach, or with a parrot on a cruise, and with nary a manger or an angel in sight.

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