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Upcoming Events!
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Health and Wellness
We have a scheduled clinic day from
Kaiser on December 17th. A van will
be here at the facility providing
wellness care for our staff.(
Holiday Party
Please join us for our annual Holiday Party, on
December 19th, at La Meridian Hotel!
Sign up with front receptionist!
A Senior Christmas Poem, Author Unknown
TÕwas the night before Christmas at Rock Away Rest, and all of us seniors were looking our best. Our glasses, how sparkly, our
smiles, oh how merry; our punch bowl held prune juice, plus three drops of sherry.
Support hose were taped to our walkers in hope, that Santa would bring us soft candies and soap. We surely were lucky to be there
with friends, secure in our residence and our Depends.
Some of our grandkids sent Christmassy crafts, like angels in snowsuits or penguins on rafts. The dental assistant here borrowed
our teeth. From them she crafted our holiday wreath.
The bed pans, so shiny, all stood in a row, reßecting our candles in a magniÞcent glow. Our supper was festive, the joy wouldn't stop,
with creamy warm oatmeal with sprinkles on top.
Fruit salad with Jello, all jiggly and great, and puree of fruitcake was spooned on each plate. The social director then let us play games, like ÒWhere do You Live?Ó
and ÒWhat Are Your Names?Ó
Old Mr. Looper was feeling his oats, proclaiming that reindeer were just fancy goats. Our resident wanderer was tied to her chair, with hopes that at bedtime she
still would be there.
Security lights on the new fallen snow made night look like day to us old folks below. Then out on the porch there arose quiet a clatter (But weÕre all so deaf that it
just didnÕt matter).
A strange little fellow then ßew through the door. He tripped on the sill and fell ßat on the ßoor. TÕwas just the director, all togged out in red, who giggled and
chuckled and patted each head.
We knew from the way that he strutted and jived that our social security checks had arrived. We sang and we hummed in our monotone croak, till Þnally the clock
chimed its 8 p.m. stroke.
And soon we were snuggled again in our beds, while the nurses distributed our nocturnal meds. And so ends our Christmas at Rock-A-Way Rest. Ôfore long youÕll
be with usÉ we wish you the best!
