Buried in boxes and cartons and catalogs,
Amazon, Zappos, and Chewy for cats and dogs,
It’s that time of year to assault virgin forests,
To make wrappers and packages sent from us and for us.
And in a Corona novel twist, new this year,
We can’t visit family to share in good cheer,
We’re reaching the end of this hideous cycle,
Time to toss 2020 into Lake Baikal.
But let us send tidings of peace for this earth,
That have nothing to do with the money we’re worth,
Or how many gifts or we can purchase and send,
Let’s hoist a glass, be glad this year soon ends.