This year Santa Claus gave to me a lump of COVID coal for Christmas...
On the 1st day of Christmas, Santa left for me, a new COVID variant right under our tree.
On the 2nd day of Christmas, the testing centre was closed and all home testing kits sold.
On the 3rd day of COVID, my true love bore the sign of contankerous cough and cold.
On the 4th day of COVID, my true love lined up five hours in the rain for that PCR testing visa.
On the 5th of COVID, my true love sought contactless deliveries for some essential groceries, but the service was closed for the holidays.
On the 6th day of clusterfuck, my true love's PCR confirmed the worst and NSW lost control with twelve thousand new COVID cases.
On the 7th day and New Year's Eve, my true love watched with me, the Sydney fireworks on TV of twenty one thousand new COVID cases.
On the 8th day and New Year's day, my true love gave to me a resolution, lets "unrip" the health care system by voting out Perrottet.
On the 9th of COVID, I was comatose and can't recall, we're already running low on those seven day free trial streaming shows.
On the 10th of COVID, my true love watched the clock and waited as our holiday dissipated.
On the 11th day of COVID, my true love's holiday was over, we returned to working from home until out of isolation.
On the 12th day of COVID, as NSW passed forty five thousands cases, my true love gave to me this share on our lessons from getting tested.