A /Senior/ Christmas * ’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'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 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 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 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 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.* * ’**fore long you**’**ll be with us, we wish you the best.* * Author Unknown*