'Twas the week before Christmas
And all through the world
Not a creature was stirring
As Covid unfurled
But through northern winter
And deep southern heat
The hope of vaccines
Spelled a virus defeat
Perhaps then by Easter
Or at least Whitsuntide
This Horseman of Covid
Will finish its ride
And people confined
Will emerge from their place
And resume their encounters
With fresh form and face
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