The Spirit of Christmas

“The Christmas season is just about here,” Brian pointed out that calendar fact to the kid who was removing the breakfast dishes to the dishwasher.

“And so you’re going to start some argument about Christmas, I suppose,” Justin suspected out loud. “That would be just like you, Brian ….”

“Au contraire, Sunshine,” Brian grinned a little. “I was just thinking about Christmas gift stuff – and I was wondering – since you have everything already, maybe I should just make a charitable contribution in your name instead of buying you some useless …..”

“Like what, Kinney,” Justin laughed. “Like a generous contribution to the Gay and Lesbian Center – or something like that? I don’t think ….”

“Nope,” Brian allowed. “That wouldn’t be very memorable. I was thinking of something more special than that. I saw this brochure – somebody had it in the office. I can donate two goats to a family in a poor part of the world for $250. That family would have milk for their kids for a lot of years – and then there would be offspring from the goats and they could sell them for spending money ….”

“We could save the world,” Justin surmised. “And all I have to do is give up my shiny new red sweater with the white antelopes running across it ….”

“Well those white antelopes won’t feed any hungry kids, Baby,” Brian reasoned, “And you can think of those live goats as yours – and the poor family is just taking care of your goats for you ….”

“So I’d be accused of being the mean American capitalist who is using the third-world to do his work for him, I guess,” Justin presumed. “You’d get a kick out of that – I bet you would ….”

“Well I’d get a bigger kick out of you baby-sitting the goats yourself,” Brian laughed, “But I’ll admit that’s not practical. So just forget the whole thing. If you don’t want to sacrifice your red sweater ….”

“Hey, Brian,” Justin took the offensive. “I’m the one who does the sacrificing around here – all year round – but especially at Christmas. Who gives all his time to your projects – trimming your tree, helping you with your Christmas shopping, planning so you get to visit everybody over the holidays …?”

“What you’re saying is that you do all the things I need done – that I wouldn’t need done if you weren’t around,” Brian smiled. “Before you moved in, I didn’t have a tree, or Christmas shopping, or all the damn holiday visitations ….”

“Oh so you’re complaining about all the sacrificing you do, eh?” Justin laughed a little.

“Actually I wasn’t complaining, Sweetheart,” Brian put his arm around the blond twink. “Just defending myself. Actually I don’t think of either of us doing much sacrificing at Christmas. So I thought ….”

“No, Bri,” Justin stopped him. “I think it’s a great idea. I’d be proud to have some poor folks get two goats in my name. You know, that brochure must be going around town. I saw it at the Institute and was thinking ….”

“I’m not sure I want to know what you were thinking about for me,” Brian pointed out.

“Well, I’ll tell you anyhow,” Justin decided. “I was gonna be more generous than you. I was thinking of the special: Two ducks, four chickens and two pigs for $400. Did you know pigs can have four litters a year?”

“OK,” Brian concluded. “Let’s do it. And I’ll raise my ante to four goats. But I I bet you’ll still expect the shiny red sweater with the white antelopes running around it ….”

“Well,” Justin smiled at him, “Those antelopes wouldn’t need much caring for ….”

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