Ho-Ho-Hum 

Dinner’s to-go again,
Can’t sit in a bar.
Much too overcast,
To wish upon a star.

Can’t go to a movie,
Or even a game.
We live in isolation,
Nothing’s quite the same.

Normal is long gone,
Boredom here to stay.
Afraid of the scale,
What I might weigh?

The mask on my face,
Keeps bad breath to myself.
Only cheap toilet paper,
Left on the shelf.

Zoom is our only,
Close family time.
Since holiday gatherings,
Are considered a crime.

Home is now everything,
Office, School, and Gym.
We look to escape,
But the prospects are dim.

The stockings are hung,
With social distance in mind.
The year Twenty-Twenty
Has been so unkind.

We all hope the future,
Will be so much better.
I can’t even show-off,
My ugly Christmas sweater.

Should I dream of white,
Or for a vaccine?
Or kill all the pain,
With booze and caffeine?

Santa shouldn’t travel,
From his North Pole bubble.
Christmas next year,
Should just be double.

After hours of TV,
My butt is numb.
Life’s not jolly,
It’s Ho-Ho-Hum.

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