*Spoiler alert!* This is a serial - don't jump into the middle! Part I is here.
I gave the cat some tuna. As for me,
Since it was Christmas, cookies seemed the thing.
An absent-minded glance toward the tree
Gave thought to stuff that Santa used to bring.
That noise outside had set my mind adrift,
To Christmases when presents came from magic,
And joy was wrapped in ev'ry single gift,
And grown-up words like devastating... tragic...
And separation, never brushed my ear.
I wondered what he'd bring for me tonight,
If he were real. If he were coming here.
Some magic jar of Yes, or Second Sight?
And then, the cat. She tapped me with her paws,
And jumped. And there he was.
- End of Part IV -
Go to Part V.