All the fam'ly meets on Zoom,
as the winter storms go boom.
No more travel by air plane,
sled or car or even train.
Omicron keeps us indoors,
safe and sound, stuffed with s'mores.
Grandma's house is isolated;
yuletide cheer is constipated.
Currier & Ives be damned;
have your Netflix pre-programmed.
Cleaning house no longer matters,
as on Zoom one gaily chatters.
To all you folks who travel still,
acting as pandemic's shill:
Season's Greetings, nincompoops.
May your jets fly loop-de-loops!
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