The night before Christmas and this isn’t my house!

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It is the night before Christmas and I am not in my house

Rather I am in a Nursing Home missing my spouse.

I am lying here very still in my bed

With many thoughts spinning around in my head.

They tell me that I live here now.

But I still can’t understand how.

My spouse and family are not here in this place

I don’t see anything that I remember in this space.

So I ask please let me go to my home it is not here.

Because I know that if they don’t I will I miss Christmas I fear.

I wait and wonder how long I must stay

And if I will be able to go home for Christmas without any delay.

The staff are all kind and try to make me feel better

They even came and sang Christmas Carols together

Even after they finish their singing

I begin to cry and the tears are stinging

I suddenly realize that this year Christmas won’t be as I remember

For it will most likely be celebrated with a staff member

So please have patience with me tomorrow

I really am grateful for the staff who help me lessen my sorrow

This night before Christmas , I lay here in my bed and pray

Please angels help me adjust to celebrating Christmas this way

And with those prayers I close my eyes and begin to drift

realizing that all were answered which was my best Christmas Gift.

DEC 2022/SKilled Nursing Support/maria.messina@skillednursingsupport.com

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