Covid Sad, Covid Bad

It's a new day, a new Christmas eve party streaming live when Santa had to drink, Kahlua and cream, tequila to survive to warm him up, have a little trust that the world is still alive as covid-19, coronavirus shiver, quiver all his vibes. There's the tree, decorated with syringes and vaccines goodwill is sparing, feelings and emotions quite mean but Washington is well and quite alive ringing the Wall street bells lying, deluded, and denying the party's really going quite well. There are Mitch and Lindsay, Jim Jordan and Matt Gaetz waiting for the Donald, bowing is never too late, don't hesitate to do the last tango in White House once hallowed halls, whimpering and shouting, demanding for election recalls. It's all unfair, fake news they create to dispute the majority at will ready to secure their historic infamous places on the hill and Santa (he doesn't really exist), don't resist as he slips in quiet, cautious as a mouse thru the house without a present for these lice, foolish integrity deprived louse. They bully and they banter slipping in and out of reality and time not one Christmas gift beneath the tree will they find.