Gonna be a big dystopian Christmas
All the walls are closing in
Decorations and desolations
Smiles on Zoom are growing thin
Gonna be a big dystopian Christmas
If you can bear it you can grin
Conversations and tribulations
Our prospects are growing dim
But since we’re still here
We deserve a do-over year
We’re headed for a big dystopian Christmas
You feel the advent of numbered days
No caroling or midnight massing
There’s theodicy in our praise
But as long as we’re still here
Don’t we deserve a do-over year?
Gonna be a big dystopian Christmas
Cardboard boxes block the hall
Working on my tinsel tinfoil hat
Praying death passes us all by
And if we’re still here
Don’t we deserve a do-over New Year’s?