My Christmas Friend... Random Challenge # 10

My Christmas Friend...

Christmas morning
looking sad and bleak
Outside my window
the snow turns to sleet

My sad and little Christmas tree
ceramic green and lit
gives off a somber glow
doesn't cheer me a little bit

One present, to myself
a caramel apple sweet
sits there, oh so very lonely
I don't have an urge to eat

A movement outside the window
small, grey and snowed on...white
moves slowly, shaking, cold
something isn't right

I watch the squirrel creep slowly
across the yard and fall
I grab my coat and hat
Move quickly down the hall

Black eyes watch with resignation
about to meet his doom
I pick him up and he's shaking
I take him back into my room

Wrapped in a towel by the fireside
he falls asleep at last
I make another cup of tea
warm the bits of my breaking-fast

The smell of toast fills the air
I see his nose give a twitch
I think he's going to make it
"I'll be a son of a bitch!"

Now, cozied up and warm we are
we lay upon the bed
I feed him caramel apple
and stroke his little head

His tree lies broken from the storm
he needs a place to stay
We pass the time watching movies
I've got a friend on Christmas Day