T’was the Night before Christmas and all through the lab,
Not a creature was stirring
As we got all three jabs.
With precautions in place,
Bated breath we do have.
On the brink of a surge,
Our freedoms been grabbed.
We put on our new sneakers,
To test on the line.
Fauci has spoken,
He says give it time.
The reindeers were fed along the path to our door.
We are waiting for Saint Fauci
To tell us some more.
In the absence of malice, no forethought or greed,
Pulling together we’re bound to succeed.
Dasher and Dancer and Rudolph in tow.
We are ending the year with some get up and go.
So Dear Saint Fauci,
We all wish you good cheer.
Make it a great one starting your 81st year!