COVID loathed Christmas! He loathed every season!Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.It could be the bully was just idiotic.It could be, perhaps, he was cruel and psychotic.But really, the reason that most will recall,May have been that deep down he had NO heart at all..But, whatever the reason, his heart or his sanity,He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating humanity.Staring down at the frontlines with no hint of glee,At the well-distanced workers in full PPE.For he know every Thing, who was getting much wiser,Was busy now, buying more hand sanitizer..“And they’re knitting new masks!” he snarled with a sneer.“Tomorrow is Christmas! It’s practically here!”Then he bellowed, his mouth spewing spit like bad plumbing,“I MUST find some way to stop Christmas from coming!”.For tomorrow, he knew, all the Thing girls and boysWould wake bright and early. They’d Lysol their toys!And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the Noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!That’s one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!.Then the Things, before eating, would line up to wash.And they’d wash! And they’d wash! And they’d WASH! WASH! WASH! WASH!They would wash twenty seconds then rinse, splishy-splosh.Which was something that COVID had long yearned to squash..And THEN they’d do something he liked least of all!Every Thing down in Thing-ville, the tall and the small,Would stand, six feet separate, with Christmas bells ringing.They’d lower their face shields. And THEN they’d start SINGING!