social distancing scorned

masks impede his beard

visor scares the reindeer

spooking as he steered

 

medics shave his whiskers

off with red festive attire

reindeer pining for Santa

cough softly at their byre

 

tube down Santa's chimney

no more season's greetings

in a coma Christmas begets

few hale or hearty meetings

 

drones take Santa's place

icy plastic not the same

machines cant aspire to

that ye olde Yule-tide fame

 

visits from his weeping elves

invisible to harassed nurses

they tender fairy remedies

from emerald silky purses

 

the vaccine came too late

sad Santa's fans will rue,

high-risk,.he'd have been

the first one in the queue