A Covid Christmas (Poetry)

If Love came down this Christmas
then he surely lost his way
for we’ve never seen a more depressed
or drained-of-meaning Day

We’ve been told to keep our distance
so forget the mistletoe
there’s no hugging and no kissing
the bright ‘Welcome’ mat’s for show

For they’ve killed the Yuletide spirit
thus the lowly manger’s bare
the Nativity’s been cancelled
there’s no angels anywhere

Nostalgia’s mood swings with the weather
wind and rain or threat of frost
while each candle flame glows steady
even though the star’s been lost