We wanted to shared with you our little twist on a holiday classic! Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and a Happy New Year!
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Crystal was searching for that sneaky ol’ mouse.
The schedules were all sent by email with care,
In hopes that all caregivers soon would be there;
Amber’s children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of SHS brochures danced in their heads;
And mamma in her sweats, and Troy in his cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
When down in the office there arose such a clatter,
Dara sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to Micrsosoft Windows she flew like a flash,
Clicked on the system and looked up the late alert in a mad dash.
The glow of the computer on the face of Boss Lady,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects not hazy,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a Miata decorated with eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Ed.
More rapid than wheelchairs he picked up his charges,
And he whistled, and shouted, and drove them near and far.
"Now, CLAIRE! now, ARLINE! now, MIMI and MARGE!
On, BILL! on BOB! on, SALLY! and GEORGE!
To the doctor’s appointment! To the grocery store!
To the pharmacy, to rehab, to the dentist… and more!
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up Route 202 the coursers they flew,
With the Miata full of walkers, and St. Ed too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the walking lane,
The prancing and pawing of each little cane.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the sidewalk came St. Ed with a bound.
He was dressed all in cotton, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all clean, no ashes nor soot;
Without any socks, his bundle of supplies all flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
But the shame of it all was that he forgot to clock-in, that jolly fella!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know Dara had nothing late to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the walker bags; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, out the door he blows;
He sprang to his Miata, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS FROM Seniors Helping Seniors, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"