‘Twas three weeks before Christmas and all through the towns.
People wore masks that covered their frowns.
The frowns had begun back in 2020 Spring,
When a global pandemic changed everything.
They called it Corona but unlike the beer,
It didn’t bring good times; it didn’t bring cheer.
Airplanes were grounded, travel was banned.
Borders were closed across air, sea, and land.
As the world entered lockdown, flattening Covid’s curve,
The economy caved, and folks lost their nerve.
Through spring 2020, we rode the first wave.
People stayed home and tried to behave.
When summer emerged, the lockdown was lifted.
But away from sanity, many folks had drifted.
Now it’s December 2021, and cases are spiking.
Omicron has arrived, much to our disliking.
The last two years have brought sadness aplenty.
We’ll never forget the year 2020.
Now we’re nearing another holiday season.
But why be merry? Is there even one reason?
To decorate the house and put up the tree?
Who will see it? Maybe no one but me.
But outside our window, the rain gently falls
And I think to myself, “Let’s deck the halls!”
So, I gather red ribbons, garlands, and bows.
As I play those old carols, my happiness grows,
Christmas is not canceled and neither is hope,
If we lean on each other, I know we can cope!
