BY LAWRENCE “MACK” HALL

There are no children around the tree this year

To make Christmas complete with their happiness

No Barbie dolls, electric trains, or bikes –

We are distanced in everything but love

No relatives come and go, not even the one

Who will park his pickup truck on the lawn

No fruitcakes given and received, no hugs –

We are distanced in everything but love

But still there is the fire, the dog, and us –

We are distanced in everything but love