On Christmas Eve

It’s warm today for Christmas eve,

Another case, I do believe

Of nothing feeling like it should;

I’d scratch this year off, if I could.

 

Of course, there were some babies born

So everyone was not forlorn

Including those who hated Trump;

Perhaps we’ll soon be past the hump.

 

Yet in the days and weeks ahead

We may be hanging by a thread

So on this Christmas, let us hope

We have the tools to help us cope.