Seasonal Regret

It's holiday cheer, lights gleam, but I'm not alone Xmas Eve, shoulda been wrapping, now I moan Gift-wrapped in red, a fever I can't condone Santa's sleigh flew, but my star's not the one shown Jinglin' anxiety, up on a fiery throne It's Christmas morn, got a diagnosis freshly sewn Mistletoe mocks, while I'm stuck here on the phone Calling past flings, their reactions all monotone Regret's my gift, in whispers and hushed tone Ho-ho-horribly clear, reaping seeds I have sown Now I'm wincing at carols, in this bed lie prone Unwrapping this news, discomfort fully blown Doc Holiday, wish you a merry dismay Quarantine’s my tinsel, isolation on display Rudolph’s nose ain’t got nothin’ on my glow Alone with my prescription, in the falling snow [Disease-themed bridge] Gone the cheer, replaced with an itch Season’s greetings from a microscopic snitch