A perfect Christmas

You spent Christmas day in the woods outside my house, screaming at crows and chewing on the feral snowberries. Dizzy and sick by the afternoon, just like the rest of us, you lay down in the wet leaves and shivered yourself warm. We took you a turkey sandwich and a cup of sugary tea. You crept back in that night, and on Boxing Day morning you beat us all at Scrabble. Until next year.