“Twas the night before Christmas at Serenity Assisted Living,
And all us individuals were looking our best,
Our glasses, how sparkly,
Our winkles, how merry;
Our punch bowl held prune juice plus
With three drops of sherry....
Our bed socks were hung to
Each walker, in hope
That Santa would bring us
Soft candy and soap
We surely were lucky to be
With our friends
Secure in this residence
With our Depends
Our Grandkids had
Sent us some crafts,
Like angels in snow suits
And penguins on our rafts.
The dental assistant had borrowed our teeth
And from them they crafted a holiday wreath.
The bed pans, so shinny 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 raisins, sprinkles on top.
Our salads were Jell-O, so jiggly and great.
Then puree of fruitcake was spooned on each plate.
Denise then had us play a few game, like “Where we are living, and “What are our Names?”
Old Grandfather Sonny, was feeling his oats,
Proclaiming that reindeer were nothing but goats.
Our security lights filter the new fallen snow,
Made the outdoors to seem noon to Abbie and others below.
Then out on the porch there arose such a clatter that Claryce
Even heard – but to the rest it just didn’t matter.
A strange little fellow flew into the door,
Then tripping on the sill and fell flat on the floor.
“Twas just our chef Jake, all decked 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 just arrived
We sang –how we sang
In our monotone croak
Till the clock tinkled out its soft 8 pm stroke
And soon we were snuggling deep in our beds
While the night shift distributed our nocturnal meds
And so ends our Christmas story at Serenity
For as long as you be with us, we wish you the best.