Editorial: Our Annual Holiday Poem 2020
’Twas a dark December night in Olde Gilroy,
Boys and girls locked at home and quite annoyed.
For Gavin once again laid the hammer down,
‘Masks violate my rights,” they frowned.
Scotty’s and Porcella’s joined the Collective Past,
Clocks and Collectibles stopped ticking just as fast.
Covid-19 infected more than...
