Covid Christmas
I wake to see the snow and sun
Feeling the heat, times on the run.
Frostys there no time to spare.
I see the clothing falling upon there.
Footprints wondered on the snow.
I start to wonder where they may go.
Kids runing free, besides me in that tree.
I can only help but to think.
Their social distance stinks.
Christmas time is almost here.
But covid time has been all year.
So stay the social feet this year.
and hopefully we can celebrate with cheer.
Happy Holidays
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