Covid-19 Father Christmas
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People are dropping like winter flies,
And it's all down to just one man.
This celebrated Christmas season,
Like shit has hit the fan.
The carrier was Father Christmas,
With a mutant strain of Covid 19.
Old Santa like the virus invisible,
Seems his presents weren't so clean.
Survivors remember hearing sneezing,
Others swear it was nasty coughing.
But whatever came down their chimney,
It seems there just was no stopping.
But for now we'll send a vaccine,
To his abode in North Pole lands.
Also some soap with a clear message,
To wash his jolly and dirty hands.
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