A Child's Covid Christmas
Christmas is coming, but Santa is grounded?
By masked Covid maniacs,he is brutally, sadly hounded.
The sad, sweet elves, in lockdown
they sit.
Wearing dopey blue masks, having huge crying fits!
Children cannot dream of Santa this year anymore.
Daddy drinks more, and by our
fireplace, loudly just snores.
Surely Covid Maniacs are happily cheering!
As a blue-masked Christmas season is nearing.
No sitting on Santa' s lap, no,not this year!
As for New Years Eve forget all the kissing fun and loving cheer.
Rudolph's pretty, shiny nose goes
dim in his barn.
The Covid Maniacs locked him in,
so he can do us no harm.
Our Christmas dinner will be on FaceTime this year.
You adults can change things but
no, you chose bogus fears?
You think we can learn via Zoom?
You had a childhood once, why can't you give us some room?
We can't grow up normally up under prison conditions.
Stop believing all fake news, and regain sane mental positions!
10/12/2020
Opus# 3
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