T'was the first Christmas night during Corona,
and across much of the world
the unfolding nightmare continued.
The beastly virus changed and
mutated a spike protein that it uses
to bind a human receptor.
Nurses and doctors collapsed from exhaustion.
Old folk aware of the dangers
tightly shuttered their windows,
whilst awaiting a call for their vaccination,
an escape route from all the mayhem.
Now as the virus continues to spread,
father gathers his strength,
mother hides her anguish from the children,
but everyone pulls together on this
different Christmas journey.
But keep calm and carry on,
the outlook appears far brighter
in
apologies for any likeness to Clement Clarke Moore's poem
"T'was the night before Christmas"
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