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The Covid Grinch

~~The Covid Grinch~~ "My daughter, please, stop crying," I said. Standing before her favorite store. The sign most hurtfully read: "Because of fear....our business is dead' She stood in the wintry moonlight, A child's tears melting the snow. "Where can I see Santa Clause, now? I realized the Covid Grinch, stole our Holiday, and how! But, no hope was not at all lost! I wanted her to have a wonderful memory. We were lucky we had a large, artificial tree with lights, Pulling in to the driveway was heavenly. In our absence, my husband had set up the tree Including her beloved, Christmas ornaments! Even the decorated fireplace was lit. So, this great surprise was more than perfect. No more missing Santa's lap in which she longed to sit, We made cookies and hot cider with our feet warmed by The amber flames of a warm fire. Not even the fingers of the Covid Grinch could expire, Our souls' happiness brimming with Yuletide desires! August 9, 2020 4:30pm PST

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M. L. Kiser

Date: 8/13/2020 4:50:00 PM

A bright spot, your holiday in depressing times. I hope this thing goes away soon.

Panagiota Romios
Date: 8/13/2020 9:05:00 PM

ML..alas, it's not going away, anymore than the flu, the common cold or pneumonia. Read up on Sweden. The more we hide, the more people we lose. Masks do not stop particles. Those with conditions should stray in. But if you have none, you need not play lockward. The fear is out of proportion.the lies we are told? Outrageous. Good sources for balance,,,Dr David Samadi on Twitter or Dr. Mercola.. Or a good search engine is goodgopher.com or Mike Adams, Natural News. Pangie xx

Lindsay Laurie

Date: 8/10/2020 4:48:00 PM

Hello Panagiota ... we really are living in depressive times aren't we. Everything is so confusing down here that being locked up inside appears to be the cheapest option. This virus rerun we are having is so much more devastating this time and I sense the harsh reality in your poem Panagiota. Christmas will be canceled - thanks Panagiota - Lindsay

Panagiota Romios
Date: 8/10/2020 9:26:00 PM

Lindsay! This was not meant to depress you. Reread the last stanza. Lack of comments hurts more than COVId. We have a virus here in adulating only the big names. Christmas is only one day a year. pS is a 24 hour event, comments are gifts. You are one who gives often. Many Poetry Grinches here. Killers of poetic souls ...thank you, Panagiota