T’was the Sunday before Christmas, and the dogs could explain. It’s the Season of COVID, few visitors to complain.
No caroling, no shopping, no sharing of grog. We’re stuck in the house, hanging out with the dogs.
Our home it is decorated, but not like before. It’s just Jenn and I now, and then canines – now FOUR!
I’m making the cookies, it seemed like the thing. But with only two eating, I’ll need bigger bling.
The outside is lovely there’s snow on the ground. And the neighborhood’s all lighted, for Christmas they’ve found.
But COVID Santa is different, no jolly old elf. It’s the guy in the delivery van, all alone by himself.
The poor guy is tired, he’s wearing gray, blue or brown. His sleigh is his vehicle, no chimney to go down.
And our tree is so little, the presents won’t stay. But they’re Amazon packages, so we’ll open them anyway.
No family can gather, come from near, far or wide. But we see them in color, with Zoom at our side.
Christmas Eve will be different, but we’ll still make a feast. Jenn, Joey and Marty, we’ll be eating like BEASTS!
The traditions die hard: there’s beef and there’s ham. Oh Shrimp! Oh Potatoes! Oh Green Beans and Yams!
But who’ll eat all those fixin’s, I guess you could say. We’re set until New Year’s and beyond for some days.
So what was 2020, that left us aghast. Let’s pause for a moment, and remember the past.
It seems like forever, but Trump we tried to fire. For making deals with Ukraine, their aid would expire.
The Senate they failed us, though they all knew the facts. But a Tweet would’ve hurt them, and so they failed to act.
It took the election, we voted in plague. The people made their will known, their decision was made.
Now the nation is restless, there’s change in the air. Sure, Biden’s the winner, but Trumpers don’t care.
They donate their money to the Donald throughout. It’s a Trump Merry Christmas; make sure you pay out.
And the world they took notice, of our nation’s disarray. The Russians weren’t afraid to hack into our displays.
We’re still fighting in Georgia for change from the past. It’s Ossoff and Warnock, their win would be a blast.
‘Cause the 2020 Grinch, McConnell is his name. And if Georgia goes Dem, it’s the end of his fame.
And how bad is it, this COVID you say? In Britain it’s awful; Christmas might go away.
Our hospitals are packed, there’s no room at their inn. And the staff is still struggling, the COVID battle to win.
It’s been 2020, a year for the book. Come New Year’s we’ll end it, close it up without a look.
It’s the Christmas of COVID, and the best gift is hope. The vaccine it is flowing, good reason not to mope.
So, have Christmas like FAUCI, Zoom out or dine small. We want to stay healthy; stay clean ‘til the fall.
For next year’s Christmas is the goal for our existence. When we can be family, without masks or social distance!!!!
Please give up this moment, and plan for THAT day. When we can be family, and charades we will play!!!!
Merry Christmas!!!!! Stay Safe!!!!
