Friday, December 23, 2011

Perhaps what a future Christmas will be like for me?

I received this in an email from cousin Edna.

A Senior 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 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 grandkids had sent us some Christmassy 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 bedpans, so shiny, all stood in a row,
Reflecting our candles 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 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 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.

Author Unknown


Forty Pound Sack said...

Very clever! Merry Christmas, Donna & Cliff!

Paula said...

We have to laugh to keep from crying!


Almost peed my pants reading this. Good thing I was wearing my Depends. LOL The joys of being a senior are endless. Hope you don't mind if I pass this along to some other seniors. MERRY CHRISTMAS to you and Cliff. I enjoy stopping by to visit with you everyday. You have a way with words that keeps me reading. Take care. HAPPY NEW YEAR too. Having MRI on knees in Jan. Doc will determine if I need surgery, so I may not be around as much.

BlueRidge Boomer said...

Merry Christmas...!!

Enjoy....Linda & the Gang

I'm mostly known as 'MA' said...

Merry Christmas from my house to yours!

Vicki said...

Merry Christmas to you, Cliff and family. Thanks for all the great blogs this year. Vicki

Ms Martyr said...

This is great! I love being able to see the humorous side of things.
Merry Christmas to you and yours.