Twas the night before Christmas, but Covid was here, so we all had to stay extra cautious this year.
Our masks were all hung by the chimney with care in case Santa forgot his and needed a spare.
With Covid, we couldn't leave cookies or cake So we left Santa hand sanitiser to take.
The children were sleeping, the brave little tots the ones over 12 had just had their first shots,
And mom in her kerchief and me in my cap Had just settled in for a long winter's nap.
But we tossed and we turned all night in our beds, as visions of variants danced in our heads.
Gamma and Delta and now Omicron, These Covid mutations that go on and on
I thought to myself, "If this doesn't get better, I'll soon be familiar with every Greek letter".
"Where's your presents, your reindeer and sleigh ? Don't you know that tomorrow will be Christmas Day? ".
And Santa stood there looking sad in the snow as he started to tell me a long tale of woe.
He said he'd been stuck at the North Pole alone all his white-collar elves had been working from home,
Those left in the toyshop had little to do. With supply chain disruptions, they could make nothing new.
And as for the reindeer, they'd all gone away. None of them left to pull on his sleigh.
He said Dasher and Dancer were in quarantine, Prancer and Vixen refused the vaccine,
Comet and Cupid were in ICU, so were Donner and Blitzen, they may not pull through.
"Christmas Magic" said Santa as he smiled through his beard. Then suddenly all of the reindeer appeared.
He jumped into his sleigh and he waved me good-bye, then he soared o'er the rooftops and into the sky.
I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight "Get your vaccines my friends, Merry Christmas, good-night".
Then I went back to bed and had a sweet Christmas dream of a world when we'd finished with Covid 19.