On Having Flu At Christmas (Poetry)

Christmas is now cancelled
Goodwill has gone away
hearts and heads are aching
nasty bugs have come to stay

A really ill-timed visit
hence the halls remain undecked
for the spirit’s crushed by fever
festive plans completely wrecked

Seems the angels have deserted
left the front door open wide
for germs to take advantage
and invite themselves inside

Their gifts dark and depressing
find hope sweating and forlorn
the mind wanders half-forgetting
in a manger He was born

The wise men travel-weary
the stable cold and bare
no tinsel and no baubles
signs of comfort lacking there

This room is warm and quiet
so I doze awhile and dream
far away the stars are shining
lights in distant windows gleam