The covid Christmas of “21”

Wasn’t real festive and wasn’t much fun.

Many stockings weren’t hung by the chimney with care

Because tornado victims required them to wear.

Hotels had far fewer people, hospitals more.

And store shelves were barer than ever before,

For the gifts we wanted, from endless reports,

Were trapped in containers, stranded in ports.

President Biden did his best to stay cheery.

But even Democrats were wary and weary,

Since hopes for the future were totally shot

By selfish Joe Manchin smug on his yacht.

Republican traitors saw no need to bitch

They were all fine, since they were all rich.

Sondheim had died, which left a huge gap

Between brilliant composing and modern pop crap.

Not that it mattered since Broadway was shuttered,

Not a song could be sung, or a monologue uttered.

Unfazed, millions of travelers took to the sky.

(We won’t know for months now how many will die.)

But we still had our trees and carols and such,

So, when it comes to Christmas we haven’t lost touch.

In fact, I can say with the greatest of cheer,

"Merry Christmas to all." Well maybe next year."