Christmas 2020
Santa will come and we will joke.
Wearing our masks, as we are cautious folk.
Husband I will sit around the tree,
Imagining grandchildren, sitting on our knee.
A phone call may come in from Nebraska and Ohio.
Safely sheltered in place, in this land of ice and snow.
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