These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

A 2020 Christmas

Santa grew his beard so big,
you couldn't see his mouth.
You couldn't see his nose or rig,
that helped him drink from a spout.

The picture was quite funny, too.
We kept our distance, see?
With a green screen 'hind me 'fore we're through,
they had me on his knee.

"Just PhotoShop the pic and go!
We've got a big ol' line!"
I paid the bucks and don't cha know?
Our friendship's still quite fine.

He promised to get me my gifts.
Express them all FedEx,
but He'd not show, nor finger lift,
except to send a text.

"Were these the quantities you desired?
And did we meet your needs?"
"Well, Yes, but I don't think I hired
some other reindeer breeds."

"Just press the '1.' We'll think it's 'Yes.'
A '2' will bring us low.
We're working on our holiday mess."
"Okay, it's '1' to help you go,
but Santa didn't come this year to bless.
Is this really the game I must play and know?"

"The COVID monster got the Claus."
"Do you speak seriously?
I need to think, and moment pause,
about what this might be."

This May there was no circumstance,
nor pomp to seniors bless.
So, why should Santa take a chance
to flue the sickness, guess.

The reindeer "outside dine" always,
but the Clauses never do.
Why should Saint Nick be on display
with something worse than the flu?

A virtual Christmas it shall be
of social-distance cause.
He'll be here. Worry not. You'll see,
but munch the cookies beClaus.

by Jay O'Toole
on December 17th, 2020