Thought of the Day - December 11 - An Xmas Ditty

T'was the month before Christmas, And all through the town,

People wore masks,

That covered their frown.

The frown had begun

Way back in the spring,

When a global pandemic

Did change everything.

They called it corona,

But unlike the beer,

It didn’t bring good times,

It didn’t bring cheer.

Contagious and deadly,

This virus spread fast,

Like a wildfire that starts

When fuelled up by gas.

Airplanes were grounded,

Travel was banned.

Borders were closed

'cross air, sea and land.

As the world entered lock-down

To flatten the curve,

The economy halted,

And folks lost their nerve.

We looked to our leaders

For thoughts and advice.

"But this virus is novel".

We tried to be nice.

We looked to the past,

To see what they did.

We put on a mask,

washed our hands and just hid.

Our front-line workers,

Our doctors and nurses,

They try to save people

From riding in hearses.

We cheered for these workers

At seven every night.

We banged on our pots -

A reprieve from our plight.

From March to July

We rode the first wave.

People stayed home,

They tried to behave.

We talked to our neighbours,

And family, and friends.

One thing on our minds,

When will this wave end?

When summer emerged

The lock-down was lifted.

But away from the caution,

Many folk they just drifted.

And now it’s December

And cases still spiking.

Wave two has arrived,

Much to our disliking.

This virus is awful,

This COVID-19.

We still have no cure.

Early days for vaccine.

It's true that this year

Has had sadness aplenty,

We’ll never forget

The year 20-20.

And just ‘round the corner,

'tis the holiday season.

But why to be merry?

Is there even one reason?

To decorate the house

And put up the tree,

When no one will see it?

Well, no one but me.

But up in the hilltops

The snow gently falls,

And I think to myself,

Let’s deck the halls!

So, I gather the ribbon,

The garland and bows,

As I play those old carols,

My happiness grows.

Christmas isn't cancelled

And neither is hope.

If we lean on each other,

I know we can cope!

Cheers

Cliff

(Adapted from a poem by Shawna Hickling from Calgary, passed on by Andy. I changed it just a little.)