[Nfb-krafters-korner] OT: Twas the Night Before Christmas
qubit
lauraeaves at yahoo.com
Fri Dec 10 23:19:48 UTC 2010
good grief...lol
I think I'll send this one to a few people I know...
--le
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From: "NCBootman" <ncbootman at gmail.com>
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Sent: Friday, December 10, 2010 4:51 PM
Subject: [Nfb-krafters-korner] OT: Twas the Night Before Christmas
'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 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.
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