Attention: TDR Forum Junkies 
'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 3 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 Christmasy crafts,
Like angels in snow suits 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 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 is your Name?"
Old Grandfather Looper was feeling his oats,
Proclaiming that reindeer were nothing but goats.
Our resident wanderer was tied to her chair,
In hope 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 rose such a clatter,
(But we are so deaf that it just did not 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,
That our Social Security checks had finally arrived.
We sang - how we sang - in our monotone croak,
Till the clock tinkled out its eight PM stroke.
And soon we were snuggled deep in our beds,
While the nurses distributed our nocturnal meds.
And so ends our Christmas at "Rock-Away-Rest,
And before long you'll be with us, so we wish you the best.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
And all of us seniors were looking our best.
Our glasses, how sparkly, our wrinkles, how merry,
Our punch bowl held prune juice plus 3 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 Christmasy crafts,
Like angels in snow suits 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 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 is your Name?"
Old Grandfather Looper was feeling his oats,
Proclaiming that reindeer were nothing but goats.
Our resident wanderer was tied to her chair,
In hope 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 rose such a clatter,
(But we are so deaf that it just did not 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,
That our Social Security checks had finally arrived.
We sang - how we sang - in our monotone croak,
Till the clock tinkled out its eight PM stroke.
And soon we were snuggled deep in our beds,
While the nurses distributed our nocturnal meds.
And so ends our Christmas at "Rock-Away-Rest,
And before long you'll be with us, so we wish you the best.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
