Twelve months until Christmas were beginning to shop.

The candles are burning at both ends and can’t stop.

It’s charging to Amazon no need to leave home.

The virus still spreading, we’re safe in our dome.

The weather’s so cold at the start of this year.

The delivery van froze up bringing whiskey and beer.

It’s delusions and rumors and my mind playing tricks.

I think it’s time we give thanks to that service Netflix.