'Twas a Month Before Christmas

 

Twas a month before Christmas and all through the town
people wore masks that covered their town.

The town had begun way back in the spring,
when a giant pandemic changed everything

They called it corona, but unlike the beer,
It didn’t bring good times., it didn’t bring cheer.

Contagious and deadly, this virus spread fast
Like wildfire, that starts when fueled by gas

Airlines were grounded, travel was banned.
Borders were closed across air, sea and land.

As the world entered lockdown to flatten the curve,
The economy halted and folks lost their verve.

From March to July we rode the first wave;
People stayed home, they tried to behave.

When summer emerged, the lockdown was lifted.
But away from caution, many folks drifted.

Now it’s December and cases are spiking.
Wave two has arrived , much to our disliking.

Frontline workers, doctors and nurses
Try to save people from riding the hearses.

This virus is awful: This Covid 19.
There isn’t a cure and no vaccine here yet.’

It’s true that this year has had sadness aplenty.
We’ll never forget this year 2020

And just around the corner, the holiday season
But why be merry? Is there even one reason?

To decorate the house
When no one will see it. No one but me.

But outside my window , the snow gently falls
And I think to myself: Let’s deck the halls.

So I gather the ribbon, the garland and the bows.
As I play those old carols, my happiness grows.

Christmas isn’t cancelled and neither is hope..
If we lean on each other ~ I know we can cope.

Submitted to me by one of my faithful readers.
Comments most welcome ...realigned by MBK...December 9. 2020,