T'was the night before Christmas and all through the nursing home
not an old man was snoring, not even Moe Gnome.
Their dentures sat by their bedside with care,
in hopes that the Angel of Death would not soon appear.
The elderly were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of prune juice danced in their heads.
And Granny in her rocker and Gramps in his cap,
had just settled down for a long winters nap.
When out in the hall there arose such a chatter,
Gramps reached for his walker to see what was the matter.
On the way out of his room he threw out his back,
he groaned at his pain and said, "This is freakin' wack!"
The fluorescent light on the old tile floor,
gave the grumpy old people a reason roar.
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,
but a lively old man saying, "Look, looky here."
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
Gramps knew in a moment it must be Great Uncle Fredrick.
More rapid than eagles, his wheels they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name.
"Hi, George! Hi, Betty! Hi, Franklin and Joe!
Hey, June! Hey, Cleveland! Hey, Archie and Moe!
To the front of the cafeteria, to the back of the hall,
now scoot away! Wheel away! Limp away all!
Great Uncle Fredrick was dressed all in black;
his clothes clung to him as he unzipped his fanny pack.
Out of his pack a bundle of names,
fell to the floor as he loudly exclaimed;
"Your eyes show no fear but as you should know,
I’ve come to take you to the place unknown.
With angels and clouds or demons and fire,
it is your choice unless you are a dirty stinkin' liar."
His stump of a leg, he so lightly rubbed,
moved to the beat of deaths deadly drum.
He made a sad face and hummed a sad tune.
Moe recognized this beat and knew he was through.
Moe was chubby and plump, a right frightful fellow.
His heart was that drum that was hummed to so mellow.
A twitch of his eye and a grasp of Great Uncle Fredrick's hand,
Moe came to know that he shouldn’t have joined the Klu Klux Klan.
He spoke not a word but shed a single tear.
He soon would know the definition of fear.
Moe gave them the finger as he sank on down.
Throughout the hallway, there was no sound.
Something then shook the room with quite a sound.
What was this blasted noise coming from underground?
Moe awoke with a shake and a crack of his hip.
He jolted upright and accidentally let out a rip.
Do not worry about Moe Gnome; he is not dead.
He just ate a bad taco that put him in bed.
THE ENd;P
By Destini & Sierra
