There's a tradition at Christmas in our town. Well just in my area of town apparently. To be more specific, there's a tradition at Christmas at my house.

On Boxing Day some local children who are, they tell me, from the local orphanage come and visit me. You know, the local orphanage just 5 miles down the road. Well, down the road and into another road I've never heard of. But anyway I respect these kids for keeping this tradition going year after year. It says a lot about them and their sense of responsibility to the weak and helpless, like myself, in today's harsh society.

Anyway, I digress, this tradition has been going on for at least 150 years, though I have only lived here for the last five years.
One by one the children knock my door, and ask how many presents I got for Xmas. (This year I got six). Whoever got the most presents, me or them, has to give the other one of his presents. That way it makes sure that the poor kids and me get the same number of presents ... I think.

Anyway this year, none of the kids got any presents, and now neither do I have any. Which is fair.
I'd hate to think I was getting nice things whilst others were going without.


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