A chimpanzee’s Christmas
Itʼs the 21st of December 2003 and Iʼm thinking of roast turkey with cranberry sauce and Brussels sprouts. Iʼm thinking presents stacked under the tree and my border collie curled at my feet beneath the table should scraps of Christmas pudding fall.
Most of all though, Iʼm thinking about my family. I wonʼt be seeing them again this year.
Usually, I feel content and privileged to wake up to the booming
