Bah Humbug, I say! This
Long year of the plague! My
Usual cheer is distant and vague. With
Every face masked and hearts
Chilled with fear – I doubt it will be such a
Happy New Year.
Rising case counts keep us locked up
Inside, where
Sleigh bells won’t jingle and
Tinsel won’t shine. But….
Maybe by next year my poem will be
Again filled with joy and not such misery.
Stay safe and stay well and in time we’ll be together again underneath the tree.
Charter of Writes 