'Twas the night before Christmas at Rock-Away Rest, And all us seniors were looking our best. Our glasses, how sparkly, our wrinkles, how merry; Our punch bowl held prune juice, plus three drops of sherry.
A bed sock was taped to each walker, In hopes that Santa would bring us soft candy and soap. We surely were lucky to be there with friends, Secure in this residence and in our Depends.
Our grandkids had sent us some Christmassy crafts, Like angels in snowsuits and penguins on rafts. The dental assistant had borrowed our teeth, And from them she'd crafted a holiday wreath.
The bedpans so shiny all stood in a row, Reflecting our candle's magnificent glow. Our supper so festive the joy wouldn't stop, Was warm cream oatmeal with sprinkles on top.
Our sald was jello-O so jiggly and great, Then puree of fruitcake was spooned on each plate. The social director then had us play games, Like,"Where are you living", and, "What are your names".
Old Grandfather Looper was feeling his oats, Proclaiming that reindeer were nothing but goats. Our resident wanderer was tied to her chair, In hopes that at bedtime she would still be there.
Security lights on the new fallen snow, Made outdoors seem noon to the old folks below. Then out on the porch there arose quite a clatter, But we were so deaf that it just didn't matter.
A strange little fellow flew in through the door, Then tripped on the sill and fell flat on the floor. 'Twas just our director all togged out in red; He jiggled and chuckled and patted each head.
We knew from the way that he strutted and jived... Our social security checks had arrived. We sang... how we sang in our monotone croak, Till the clock tinkled out it's soft eight pm stroke.
And soon we were snuggling deep in our beds, While nurses distribuited nocturnal meds. And so ends our Christmas at Rock-Away Rest, 'For long you'll be with us we wish you the best!
(Author Unknown)
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