What, No Mistletoe
A very different 2020 Christmas this will be.
No hugs,kisses totally devoid of Christmas's emotionality.
Some, I hear are actually wearing runber gloves?.
Oh, the virus.we do sl love, but forget playing turtle dove?
No glorious mistletoe this year.....and yet....
We believe every lying word Amanpour, spouts in our ears.
We'll go to bed and dream of our new savior,Lord Vaccine!
After all, it's not hip to love God nor have a manger scene.
It's the birthday of Christ but He no longer matters,you know?
We think healing comes from mankind, so we have locked all
church doors and watch the barren wind blow!
We are lost in this havoc and enjoy dancing in fear for some reason.
Choosing science over Jesus, who is the real reason for the season!
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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