My dad grew up in Cwm, a mining town near Ebbw Vale.
Couldn't rub two halfpennies together. - he used to clamber over the slag-heaps looking for bits of coal, both for the home and to flog any surplus.
One year, the family bought a young goose to fatten up for a Christmas treat.
All the kids would tease it, saying how good it would be to have a good meal for once.
When the time came, his dad couldn't kill it, nor any other family member.
So a neighbour did the deed.
It was plucked, cooked and served - and no-one touched it!