A memory lodged inside my head,
a ghost of Christmas past.
We were watching the panto on TV,
I can’t remember which one.
All of us jumbled together
on the old grey sofa in the front room,
skinny arms & legs intertwined
or dangling off the edge,
waiting for Dad to peel clementines
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