We sat at the table with clean plates
the lamp flickered as though
mourning Benjamin Franklin
or taking the time to praise him
and house mouse was not afraid
to run across your patent shoes
neither of you sure why both are here
On Christmas day I gifted you
with a seat made from matchsticks.
We placed it on the table for mouse
next to a doll’s house plate
with cheese and milk
and treated him like Father Christmas
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