Seniors Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas at Merrylands West,
And all of us seniors were looking our best.

Our glasses, how sparkly, our wrinkles, how merry;
The punchbowl held prune juice plus three drops of sherry.

We surely were lucky to be there with friends,
Secure in our residences and in our Depends.

Brian and Eileen had arrived finally there
Without any grandkids in tow they had no cares

And Roy and Dianne were also doing fine
They happened to bring Rod along for the ride

But what had become of Bob and Kay
They were nowhere to be found they were MIA

They were all ready for some sumptuous Christmas grub.
Not some ordinary food at the Cumberland Golf Club

Our supper so festive -- the joy wouldn't stop.
'Twas creamy warm oatmeal with sprinkles on top.

Our salad was jelly, so jiggly and great,
Then puree of fruitcake was spooned on each plate.

Then sight impaired Pam had us play games,
Like "Where Are You Living?" and "What Are Your Names?”

Our resident wanderer was tied to her chair,
In hopes that at bedtime she still would be there.

Security lights helped us to know
And 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 Tony from across the road all togged out in red.
He jiggled and chuckled and patted each head.

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,
After munching on handfuls of nocturnal meds.

And so ends our Christmas at Merrylands West.
Soon you'll be with us; we wish you the best!!!