by Michael Snyder
The Economic Collapse Blog
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the town
Not a creature was stirring, because they had all been locked down;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
But St. Nicholas was in quarantine, so he would never be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
But they couldn’t get nightmares of vaccines out of their heads;
And mamma behind her plexiglass, and I in my N95 mask,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.