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Good Old Saint Nick 🎅🏼

Good Old Saint Nick 🎅🏼

Tis’ the twenty third of December, and Santa Claus is almost here

Just as well he doesn’t have to see anybody, coz that would be worrying I fear

As he sneaks around on his sleigh, with Rudolph that red-nosed reindeer

Giving girls and boys everything they’ve dreamt of, lots of toys and all that festive cheer..

But I wonder will he have a clue at what is really going on? 

Everything on the outside will look the very same to him, when all is said and done

As he zooms around from roof to rooftop, until his magical mission is won

And then that mystical mission is accomplished, and by the morning he is gone..

Santa Claus will not realise, that we are all in a pandemic plight

As he spirals through the moonlight, on that Christmas eve night

And yes it would be lovely, if some snowflakes scattered everything white

What a Christmas card that would make, and such a seasonal sight..

Ah well at least the Coronavirus, can not stop good old Saint Nick

It’s such a shame his sprinkles of magical dust could not kill Covid, Ah if only…that would do the trick

But mind you, I bet Santa Claus would if he could..with just a flick of a click

Now wouldn’t that be the best Christmas ever ? coz this here and now carry on is getting on everybodies wick...

 

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