‘Twas the morn of good Christmas and all through the house

All the creatures were stirring except for the mouse

The stockings were stuffed by the chimney with care,

by good St. Nicholas who lately was there.

The children ran down to the hearth two-by-two

Their parents behind with smiles too

And there next to the tree they found

a pile of presents, packages all around;

The children ran up and each took their own

As the parents saw a small pair of packages laid just so

But there were no toys nor games

No gifts within, but coal just the same

And Mom and Dad unwrapped theirs with dread

to see their coal lying in their hand’.

A note was found in Mom’s pack’

And there spoke St. Nick right back

“To you and many others this gift I give

a reminder of the year you’ve lived

for you wouldn’t wear a simple mask

to protect your kids and neighbors right back

And now 300,000 are dead, no thanks to you

so here’s this gift, a reminder new.”

Then Dad in a rage went to his truck

and took an arm from the rack;

he marched up to the North Pole

where many a grump stood also

and there they shot good St. Nick

right in the back;

“They had rights,” or so the talking head said

And now good St. Nicholas joined the COVID dead.