Santa is sitting alone,
Mrs. Claus is feeling mourn.
Covid has given such a grief, Christmas cheers become a dream.
Reindeers are slow,
Elves are worried,
Yuletide is passing
But no sapor and glee.
On Christmas trees
Stockings are hanging high, Stuffed with candies and lots of toys,
Waiting for kids to open and smile.
No sound of Carol,
No jingling of bells,
This Christmas is coming
With no music and zoom.
By:- Laxmi Dixit
