This is a story about a friend of mine. If she posts on here , sorry I have hijacked your story.
Her young daughter dearly wanted a real goat for Christmas. Despite being told it was impossible in a small terraced house, she kept hoping.
Her brother had a BMX for Christmas, disguised on Christmas Eve with a blanket. On Christmas morning my friend's daughter was first in the living room. She saw a goat with horns in the corner covered by a blanket. She was so, so, disappointed when the horns turned out to be the handlebars of her brother's bike. Bless her