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Sandy Navas
December 23rd, 2014, 11:10 PM
Christmas at Rock-Away Rest
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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 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 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 Cooper was feeling his oats,
Proclaiming that reindeer were nothing but goats.

Our resident wand'rer 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.
Before long you'll be with us, We wish you the best!

GrammaBabs
December 24th, 2014, 12:58 AM
:) almost but not quit yet!!!! LOL
good one!

BobW
December 24th, 2014, 01:18 AM
Where do I sign up?

Over40momma
December 24th, 2014, 09:26 AM
You had me at the 3 drops of Sherry.

Bubby
December 24th, 2014, 09:31 AM
Sandy, let's get adjoining rooms! It sounds like home to me!!

MayinJerset
December 24th, 2014, 10:36 AM
Sandy, let's get adjoining rooms! It sounds like home to me!!
What a Rocking Place that would be, LOL!

BobW
December 24th, 2014, 01:17 PM
Can you imagine all of us in one place like that? Heaven help the staff. We have to be sure that the Canadian Healthcare system will cover it also, we need the Canadian delegation also! And YOU and YOU and YOU! LOL