Dr. Anthony Fauci walked back his Grinch-like verbal ranging shot against Christmas last week, but the only thing we know about what he’ll say tomorrow is, there’s a good chance it won’t be what he said today. So I’m putting this out there, in case the need for it arises later, as the holiday draws near.
Old Doc Fauci, his Grinchhood engorging, cried, “No! I decree, because COVID, it shall not be so! I command you! No ribbons, no wrappings, no tags! No dinners! No loved ones! No boxes! No bags!” He dodged reason all day, till his dodger was sore, While Americans thought thoughts all Grinches deplore. “What if we-folk,” they mused, “have a right to be free? What if Christmas … perhaps … doesn’t come from DC?”
I’ll go back to writing prose now. And early Christmas shopping.
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