Twas

 Tis the morning of Christmas, and all through our house

The cats are mad chasing, without even a mouse. 

The stockings are stuck on the dartboard with darts

They're empty, that's fine, so full are our hearts.

The cats were both nestled all night on the bed

We were both sleepless, from thoughts in our heads.

Now Dylan plays his guitar, and I drink my tea

The dawn will arrive soon, and nothing to see. 

Out in the world such a fearful old clatter,

Of wannabe kings, and lives they think don't matter.

Away with the racists that just want to bash,

Throw out corrupt deadwood,  the rich and their stash,

The moon sulks in the trees bare of leaves or of snow

Enough to enlighten and more light to throw. 

What to my hungering heart should appear, 

But a world full of souls who keep working to hear,

And so many hands so eager and quick,

I knew there'd be vaccines, though the trouble so thick. 

Though slower than turtles the changes they come

And many days late and too little for some.

On Harris, on Biden,  on Fauci and AG!

Now Voters, Now Teachers, Now Alexandria-Octavio-Cortez!

To the end of the year, to the Inauguration, 

Now Isolate, Isolate, Isolate all!