Rock Away Rest Christmas (off Topic)

Discussion in 'Getting Started' started by interurban, Dec 15, 2005.

  1. interurban

    interurban Active Member

    Aug 22, 2002
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    "Twas the night before Christmas at ROCK-AWAY-REST,
    And all of 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 hope,
    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 had 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 creamy warm oatmeal with sprinkles on top.

    Our salad was Jell-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 the outdoors seem like noon to the old folks below.
    Then out on the porch there arose quite a clatter,
    But we are 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 Cheques had arrived.
    We sang - how we sang- in our monotone croak,
    Till the clock tinkled out its soft eight p.m. stroke.

    And soon we were snuggled deep in our beds,
    While nurses distributed our nocturnal meds.
    And so ends our Christmas at ROCK-AWAY-REST,
    For as long as your with us, we wish you the best.