Merry Christmas! *muffled voice under mask*
It’ll be an old fashioned Christmas, with Santa due down the chute. I bet he Purells his reindeer, and Lysols his hazmat suit. It’s an old fashioned Christmas. We’ll all have on our masks, and our muffled yuletide carols, will be just like seasons past. We’ll observe all the guidelines. We’ll eat six feet apart. We’ll have disinfectant under the mistletoe, and keep safety in our hearts. Sure, it’s an old fashioned Christmas. One unique to the times. The love this year might be careful, but the feelings are genuine.
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