Saturday, December 17, 2011

Christmas at Rock-Away-Rest

The Holidays are Here! Capture the Magic!

                      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 punchbowl held prune juice plus three drops of sherry.

                      A bedsock 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 Christmasy 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 bed pans, 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 fruit cake 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 wand'rer was tied to a chair
                     in hopes that at bedtime she still would 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 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 his head.

                     We knew from the way he strutted and jived
                     our social-security cheques had arrived.
                     We we how we our monotone croak
                     till the clock tinkled out its soft eight p.m. Stroke.

                     And soon we were snuggling deep in our beds,
                     while nurses distributed nocturnal meds.
                     And so ends our Christmas at Rock-Away-Rest.
                     Before long, you'll be with us...we wish you the best.

Christmas Philosophy...Be Nice To Your Kids.
They'll Choose ... Your Nursing Home.

(Thank you Sydney, for this delightful  story.)

Comment:  This is not intended to be humourous
(as we may be there, one day).

Merle Baird-Kerr . . . written December 7, 2011
 Responses welcome...scroll below...may enter as “anonymous”

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