Poetry

A Visit From St. COVID-19

With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore

Photo by Rod Long on Unsplash

Author’s note: I wrote this last year and had expected it would be irrelevant by now. I hope it makes you smile anyway.

’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the land
The people had had all the grief they could stand;
The stockings were empty for what was the use?
The wishing and…