T'was the night after Christmas, And all through our home, Not a creature was stirring, We felt so alone.
From a house full of family, To two cats sleeping tight, And Hubs watching football; It's so quiet tonight.
Our Christmas was ruined, By that Omicron creep; It infected the grands, Who just wanted to sleep.
Despite all being vaxed, Except the baby who's two, They still got the virus; It's called a break-through.
Son#1 is still healthy, But our DIL's sick; Nobody wanted to visit them, Not even St. Nick.
So her family stayed here, And Son#2 as well; Casa AGMA was packed, With folks worried as hell.
Having guests was okay, And we ate lots of yummies; But six folks in a small townhouse, Thank God we had gummies!
Positive Christmas Day tests, Made all of us sad; All of our guests fled Chicago, That damn Omicron is bad.
So we wait until Tuesday, To see if we have "it"; Pray the vax and booster, Will scare off that sh*t.
So be careful out there, Omicron is definitely here; Stay masked, wash your hands, Don't let others come near.
Three full Christmas stockings, Are still hung up with care, And lots of gifts under the tree ‘Til healthy kids can be there.
Let’s pray 2022, Is free from COVID fear; AGMA sends you my love, Have a HAPPY NEW YEAR!