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"If Music be the food of Love, Play on!" -- Wm. Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

Monday, December 24, 2012

A Hospital Christmas

'Tis the night before Christmas,
And all through the wing
All the patients are sleeping,
So don't say a thing.
The stockings are fuzzy,
With nice rubber treads,
But we have to make do
With big chairs for our beds.
Mom in the lounge chair,
And me on the floor,
Are hoping the doctor
Will walk in through the door.
The nurses all chatter
Outside in the hall,
Coming into the rooms
For the patients who call.
We stay near the room,
Just in case there's a need,
And keep Christmas inside,
Where it's most needed, indeed.
For St. Nick will have missed us,
When he went to our house,
Finding only our puppy,
About the size of a mouse
Our present were wrapped
By the white Christmas tree,
And are waiting us still,
So tomorrow, we'll see.
Perhaps Christmas Day
We will be on our way.
Or it may be the next,
We really can't say.
But you'll hear us exclaim,
If you're close enough to hear,
That Christmas is Merry,
With the ones you hold dear.


Delirious said...

Merry Christmas! Hope they can fix her up and get her on her way soon.

Inklings said...

I'm so sorry you had to be there this Christmas week. I hope she gets feeling better soon and that they help her get over it.

Nene said...

I just hope they can figure out what's going on. Our prayers are with ya'll.