It’s Christmas but not as we know it
 so strange we can hardly absorb it
 the thought of a virus or poet
 invading your personal orbit
 and no chance of meeting a Klingon
 or saving a planet in trouble
 so just get your glad rags and bling on
 and party inside your own bubble
 Festoon it with baubles and holly
 Be careful in case it should burst
 Rejoice and sing loudly be jolly
 avoiding the need to be nursed
 The rules will relax don't know when
 We'll boldly go everywhere then