JESSCOTT MUSIC MINISTRIES
The Night Before Christmas
- Senior Style!
(Author Unknown - but thanks to whoever wrote this!)
'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 Looper 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.
'fore long you'll be with us,
We wish you the best.
