Covid Christmas

The halls were decked
The table set
Sweet music filled the air
But as we sat
Two feet apart
We viewed the empty chair.

In bygone years
The only tears
We shed were those of joy
As crackers popped
Their jokes were swapped
and paper hats deployed

But fun was scarce
And laughter rare
This year of loss and pain
For Christmas eve
We were bereaved
Our tears were shed like rain

In all our hearts
A sombre cast
Had chased the light away
The spectre at
The Christmas feast
Held all of us in sway

Covid had ripped
Our lives apart
Our family was bereft
The fun was gone
The good times done
No Christmas spirit left.

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Written in response to a writing group prompt requiring a rhyming poem about our 'Worst Christmas'.
Wish I could forget this years but know I never will :(