A SENIOR CHRISTMAS POEM By Author Unknown
T’was the night before Christmas at Rock-A-Way Rest,
and all of us seniors were looking our best.
Our glasses, how sparkly, our smiles, oh how merry;
our punch bowl held prune juice, plus three drops of sherry.
Support hose were taped to our walkers in hope,
that Santa would bring us soft candies and soap.
We surely were lucky to be there with friends,
secure in our residence and our Depends.
Some of our grandkids sent Christmassy crafts,
like angels in snowsuits or penguins on rafts.
The dental assistant here borrowed our teeth.
From them she crafted our holiday wreath.
reflecting our candles in a magnificent glow.
Our supper was festive, the joy wouldn’t stop,
with creamy warm oatmeal with sprinkles on top.
Fruit salad with Jello, all jiggly and great,
and puree of fruitcake was spooned on each plate.
The social director then let us play games,
like “Where do You Live?” and “What Are Your Names?”
Old Mr. Looper was feeling his oats,
proclaiming that reindeer were just fancy goats.
Our resident wanderer was tied to her chair,
with hopes that at bedtime she still would be there.
Security lights on the new fallen snow
made night look like day to us old folks below.
Then out on the porch there arose quite a clatter
(But we’re all so deaf that it just didn’t matter).
A strange little fellow then flew through the door.
He tripped on the sill and fell flat on the floor.
T’was just the director, all togged out in red,
who giggled and chuckled and patted each head.
We knew from the way that he strutted and jived
that our social security checks had arrived.
We sang and we hummed in our monotone croak,
till finally the clock chimed its 8 p.m. stroke.
And soon we were snuggled again in our beds,
while the nurses distributed our nocturnal meds.
And so ends our Christmas at Rock-A-Way Rest.
‘fore long you’ll be with us … we wish you the best!