'Twas the Hoax Before Christmas

'Twas the week before Christmas, and all through the land
Not a soul paid attention to the weak little man;
He came on TV with his message of terror,
"To not take the booster would be a grave error!"

But nobody listened, their plans would go on,
Their holiday shopping, their yuletide songs;
They paid him no heed, he'd been so wrong before,
They'd not let his fearmongering keep closed their doors,

They traversed the crowds, and they gathered en masse,
Not worried about viruses, vaccines or masks.
They shared Christmas cookies and a bit of egg nog,
They huddled up close 'round the old yule log.

The Christmas tree lit, gifts for all underneath;
The nativity out front, the door bearing its wreath.
For family and friends and the neighbors held dear,
Their only concern - an abundance of cheer.

They hugged and they kissed, trading tales of olde,
As twinkling lights sparkled of silver and gold.
Then rose a concensus, which grew to a chorus:
"They won't take our joy! This season is for us!

"Fuck FAUCI! Fuck BIDEN! Fuck WEN and WALENSKY!
Fuck GATES! Fuck the CUOMOS! Fuck TEDROS and PSAKI!
The Pharma execs and the bankers that fund them,
Lead all to the gallows to swing fast among them!"

As chatter returned to the current festivities,
A glorious joy soon replaced their proclivities.
The merriment, dancing, and laughter of all
Proved once and forever the people stand tall.

After hours of mingling, enjoying the throngs,
The crowd started dissipating, strolling along.
A salutation rings out, as the free fade from sight,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND KEEP UP THE GOOD FIGHT!"