When I read Theresa Vargas’s Dec. 17 Metro column, “Need a last-minute gift? Try a camel,” I was sitting in my cozy, warm living room by my festively lit Christmas tree, with my way-too-full refrigerator and pantry. In the 40 years that I’ve been reading The Post, something happened that I never experienced before: I had tears in my eyes, reading about how sometimes Haitian children eat dirt cookies. Dirt cookies are made when you shape mud into cookies, let them dry, and feed them to children to fill their empty bellies when nothing else is available.
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