I spent Christmas day with the Jews, Moslems, Sihks, Hindus and atheists of the world at Melbourne Zoo. I stood on the parapet and watched as the Zoo Keepers fed the still wet and bloody head and shoulders of a newly slaughtered goat to a pack of hungry African Hunting Dogs. The large crowd roared with approval and the little children pointed and laughed as the dogs tore at its face, wrenching this way and that, sending chunks of flesh into the air.
We then moved onto the shop and had icecream.
Bread and circus anyone?
[Ed (Jazz). What does your Christmas day tradition consist of?]