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'twas the night before......

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Christmas at Rock-Away Rest
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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 punchbowl held prune juice plus three drops of sherry.
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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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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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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
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Made outdoors seem noon to the old folks below.
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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.
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And so ends our Christmas at Rock-Away Rest.
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fore long you'll be with us, We wish you the best!
 
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