Midland man sings a Covid Version of “The Night Before Christmas”

Brothers Tom and Ken MacDonald have a modern pandemic version of the classic tale

I kept six feet away but blurted out quick “What are you doing here, jolly Saint Nick?”

To fit into the pandemic, a Midland man and his brother have rewritten the classic “The Night Before Christmas” story.

Ken Macdonald says it started when his brother Tom threw around some lyrics.

“My brother Tom lives in Ottawa, and when he saw the masks hanging by the door, he thought up the line ‘The masks were all hung by the chimney with care, in case Santa forgot his and needed a spare.’ So it started there, and his wife encouraged him to carry on.”

From there, a poem relating to a pandemic Christmas was written.

Ken eventually put his brother’s words to music to get the final product to create” A Covid Christmas.”

“It’s based on what we all know as chopsticks, but I kind of disguise the melody with a few little jazz chords, but it’s still basically chopsticks,” Ken says.

The first version of the poem had some of the reindeer passing away, but they decided to make the song a little more hopeful.

Ken says, “The reindeer all make it to the end of the poem, and things become more hopeful as Christmas magic comes into play. It’s a happy ending, which we’re all looking for right now.”

They’re happy to have added a laugh to people’s holidays but hope this song doesn’t become a classic.

“Normally, the idea is to get a hit Christmas song, and the royalties will keep flowing in, but Tom and I sincerely hope that after this year, this particular Christmas song is never heard again, but it’s only appropriate to 2021 and 2022.

A Covid Christmas by Tom MacDonald

‘Twas the night before Christmas, but Covid was here,

So we all had to stay extra cautious this year.

Our masks were all hung by the chimney with care 

In case Santa forgot his and needed a spare.

With Covid, we couldn’t leave cookies or cake

So we left Santa hand sanitizer to take.

The children were sleeping, the brave little tots

The ones over 5 had just had their first shots.

And mom in her kerchief and me in my cap 

Had just settled in for a long winter’s nap.

But we tossed and we turned all night in our beds

As visions of variants danced in our heads.

Gamma and Delta and now Omicron

These Covid mutations that go on and on

I thought to myself, “If this doesn’t get better,

I’ll soon be familiar with every Greek letter”.

Then just as I started to drift off and doze

A clatter of noise from the front lawn arose.

I leapt from my bed and ran straight down the stair

I opened the door, and an old gent stood there.

His N 95 made him look pretty weird 

But I knew who he was by his red suit and beard.

I kept six feet away but blurted out quick

” What are you doing here, jolly Saint Nick?”

Then I said, “Where’s your presents, your reindeer and sleigh ?

Don’t you know that tomorrow will be Christmas Day? “.

And Santa stood there looking sad in the snow

As he started to tell me a long tale of woe.

He said he’d been stuck at the North Pole alone

All  his white collar elves had been working from home,

And most of the others said “Santa, don’t hire us!

We can live off the CERB now, thanks to the virus”.

Those left in the toyshop had little to do.

With supply chain disruptions, they could make nothing new.

And as for the reindeer, they’d all gone away.

None of them left to pull on his sleigh. 

He said Dasher and Dancer were in quarantine,

Prancer and Vixen refused the vaccine,

Comet and Cupid were in ICU,

So were Donner and Blitzen, they may not pull through.

And Rudolph’s career can’t be resurrected.

With his shiny red nose, they all think he’s infected.

Even with his old sleigh, Santa couldn’t go far.

Every border to cross needs a new PCR.

Santa sighed as he told me how nice it would be

If children could once again sit on his knee.

He couldn’t care less if they’re naughty or nice

But they’d have to show proof that they’d had their shot twice.

But then the old twinkle returned to his eyes.

And he said that he’d brought me a Christmas surprise.

When I unwrapped the box and opened it wide,

Starlight and rainbows streamed out from inside.

Some letters whirled round and flew up to the sky

And they spelled out a word that was 40 feet high.

There first was an H, then an O, then a P, 

Then I saw it spelled HOPE when it added the E.

“Christmas magic” said Santa as he smiled through his beard.

Then suddenly all of the reindeer appeared.

He jumped into his sleigh and he waved me good-bye, 

Then he soared o’er the rooftops and into the sky.

I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight

“Get your vaccines my friends, Merry Christmas, good-night”.

Then I went back to bed and a sweet Christmas dream

Of a world when we’d finished with Covid 19.