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Caring at Christmas

December 19, 2016

You know that every care home
is full of doom and gloom.
Where old folk are mistreated,
they have a life of doom.

 

You know they must smelly
and stink a lot of wee,
but maybe for this Christmas
you'll spare a thought for me.

 

On Monday we are singing
with the local village choir.
We may not be too tuneful,
but you've got to love a trier.

 

On Tuesday we are going
to see the Christmas lights,
with cocoa and a mince pie
there's not a frown in sight.

 

On Wednesday we are playing
a festive game or two.
You best not come and join us,
we might change your point of view.

 

On Thursday there's a donkey
for our own nativity play,
with tiny little angels
you don't see that each day!

 

On Friday we have Santa
with a sack full of delights,
you better not report us
he's such a joyful sight.

 

On Saturday we  do flowers
to decorate the tables,
and remember the traditions
and the baby in the stable.

 

On Sunday there's more singing
with glasses full of sherry,
setting off the crackers
and getting very merry.

 

Christmas in our care home
is full of love and light,
we may get very busy
but we care with all our might.

 

Remember that we're working,
and are in both night and day.
But if you see our care home
you might just want to stay!
Jan Millward©

 

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