Every Who down in Whoville liked Christmas a lot. But the Covid, who lived just out of sight, did not! The Covid hated Christmas, the whole Christmas season. He infected the Whos at random, and for no good reason. It could be that the virus was simply mean, and had nothing to fear. It could be that the government just did not care. But I think the most likely reason of all, is that pandemics will happen, to big and to small.
Whatever the reason, bad luck or just fate, it will take all of us Whos, each and every one, to find in our hearts a reason to cheer, for Christmas will come, even this year.
But the Covid, on top of Mount Trumpet, said to himself, his Trumpy old fingers drumming, “I must find a way, to stop Christmas from coming!” In Christmases past, he knew, people would gather, and in their hearts and voices would be nothing but laughter. They would gather round an ugly old tree, and sing and hug each other with glee. Then the Whos, the young and the old, would sit down together, hold hands and smile, and stuff their faces with turkeys and things, anything and everything that the Amazon man brings.
The more The Covid thought, the more he scowled. “I must stop Christmas from coming, but how? For months and months, I’ve made people sick, yet there they are, with their masks and social distancing, still eating and drinking. Those silly old Whos, just what are they thinking!”
Then The Covid got a wonderful, awful idea. “I’ll pretend I’m not deadly, and tire them out; I’ll make them believe it’s OK to be out and about!” He left dingy old Mount Trumpet, knowing it was he the Whos would not see. “They just want to be happy; instead, they’ll get me!”
“They will all be together, what a wonderful thing,” thought The Covid, forming a grin. “And I will show up, not even invited, and mingle between them, and bring them some gifts; sneezes, coughs and fever, things not on their lists!”
Then the Whos down in Whoville will cry their boohoos, and The Covid will put his hand to his ear, and laugh and laugh at the miserable sounds he will hear. “They thought they would ignore poor old Covid-19, but I will show them, those silly old Whos, and take away their Christmas and their New Year’s, too!”
A world without Christmas, that’s what I’ll see. I knew I could stop it, it didn’t take much. The Whos are too selfish to change their ways; they will party themselves into oblivion, and I will get what I crave! Peace and quiet, and no more good cheer; no more Christmas, either, now that I am here!”
On Christmas Eve, he snuck into Whoville, and crept under their doors. He was looking for misery, but could not believe what he saw! Small groups of Whos, all in their houses, some with three, others with four, some alone, and some a few more; all of them happy, not a frown to be found.
“It came with masks! It came with social distancing! No parties, no carolers, I thought they weren’t listening? No big crowds or even small gatherings! It came with disease fresh in the air; it came in spite of the fear!”
And then The Covid began to lose steam. After all he did to ruin it all, Christmas still came, it came, after all.