221B: A Pandemic Christmas Carol
221B: A Pandemic Christmas Carol
by Ann Caddell
Here dwell together still two men of note
Who never lived and so can never die.
But we, alas, must keep ourselves remote
Lest Covid make our lungs go all awry.
But still the game's afoot for those who know
The use of laptop, microphone, and mouse.
To Zoom calls and to webinars we go,
And never even have to leave the house.
So let us now, with masks looped round our ears,
Hang Christmas garlands on this fabled street,
And send each other love and Christmas cheer,
From distances no less than six whole feet.
Here, though the virus rage, these two survive,
And wish us joy from eighteen ninety-five.