A Senior Christmas T’was 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 grand kids had sent us some Christmas crafts, like angels in snow suits and penguins on rafts. The dental assistant had borrowed our teeth, and from them shed crafted a holiday wreath. The bedpans, so shiny, all stood in a row, reflecting our candles magnificent glow. Our supper so festive -- the joy wouldnt stop -- Was creamy warm oatmeal with sprinkles on top. Our salad was Jell-O, so jiggly and great, and 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 didnt matter. A strange little fellow flew in through the door, then tripped on the sill and fell flat on the floor. Taws 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 youll be with us, we wish you the best
Posted on: Sat, 06 Dec 2014 07:36:18 +0000
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