the grim reeper
A2OC Donor
Twas the night before Christmas at Rock-Away Rest,
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> and all of us seniors were looking our best.
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> Our glasses, how sparkly, our wrinkles, how merry;
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> Our punch bowl held prune juice plus three drops of sherry.
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>
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> A bedsock was taped to each walker, in hope
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> That Santa would bring us soft candy and soap.
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> We surely were lucky to be there with friends,
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> Secure in this residence and in our Depends.
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>
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> Our grandkids had sent us some Christmasy crafts,
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> Like angels in snowsuits and penguins on rafts.
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> The dental assistant had borrowed our teeth,
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> And from them she'd crafted a holiday wreath.
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>
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> The bed pans, so shiny, all stood in a row,
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> Reflecting our candle's magnificent glow.
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> Our supper so festive -- the joy wouldn't stop --
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> Was creamy warm oatmeal with sprinkles on top.
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>
>
> Our salad was Jell-O, so jiggly and great,
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> Then puree of fruitcake was spooned on each plate.
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> The social director then had us play games,
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> Like "Where Are You Living?" and "What Are Your Names?"
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>
>
> Old Grandfather Looper was feeling his oats,
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> Proclaiming that reindeer were nothing but goats.
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> Our resident wand'rer was tied to her chair,
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> In hopes that at bedtime she still would be there.
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>
>
> 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
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> (But we are so deaf that it just didn't matter).
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>
>
> A strange little fellow flew in through the door,
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> Then tripped on the sill and fell flat on the floor.
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> Twas just our director, all togged out in red.
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> He jiggled and chuckled and patted each head.
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>
>
>
> We knew from the way that he strutted and jived
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> Our social- security checks had arrived.
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> We sang -- how we sang -- in our monotone croak,
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> Till the clock tinkled out its soft eight-p.m. stroke.
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>
>
> And soon we were snuggling deep in our beds.
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> 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!
Remember be nice to your kids as they will choose your nursing home
Phil
>
> 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 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!
Remember be nice to your kids as they will choose your nursing home
Phil