Where did I put it…
It must be here, somewhere,
under the remnants of wrappings,
bows, December’s red-and-green frenzy.
The cat thinks it’s hiding in the needles
of the Christmas tree, can be poked into motion
like a tremulous ornament.
The dog thinks it must be in the food cupboard –
has sniffed its ginger tail, caught a whiff
of soft cinnamon paws.
But none of us can find this little, still creature.
Perhaps if I looked outside, in the trees’ woven basket,
looped with the moon’s silver ribbons?
But no, I keep fumbling through the frantic shine
of credit cards and hunting in my handbags.
Oh, where have I put it this time?
by Alice Major, who hopes you can find
the Christmas spirit