a cat at Christmas knows its place
first outside
then inside
then outside
then curled up by the tree
in the glow of candles and coloured lights
presents opened and unopened
surround
he doesn’t need a gift
carols from the speaker don’t bother him
as he sleeps
his dreams not of sleighs or St. Nick
but when bells ring he wakes and stretches
and moves to his perch on the couch
observing the drama unravel
like yarn that gets caught in our
hands and feet
winding around our hearts
in the annual pageant of love
green eyes closing for another
curled-up nap
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