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Saint Si-Icando

                    A Christmas Dream

Twas the night before Christmas, in year one of our lord
The staff were all insulant and thoughtless and bored

The dishes and the trash and the laundry were undone with nary a care
Trusting that on this night before Christmas , Sara would not be there

The residents were somewhere self managing, as they usually did
Wondering again tonight were the staff was hid

Well now Sara and her cats had just settled down for a long winters nap
Hoping for a night with little or no Rose House crap

When from down under her couch she heard such a clatter
She knew it was Siri and mumbled something like what the f...' is now the  matter

So to her old Honda she hobbled, mustering contempt as she flew
Was it Shirley, or Rolly or more likely just Lou

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
Gave a luster of hell the faster the old Honda did go

When just past Dixie Stampede what to her wonder, honest to God, did appear
But an engineless pickup being  pulled by eight tiny reindeer

The driver was an old hispanic, dressed all in pastel blue
Sara knew in a moment it was St. Si-Icando

Dressed all in orange, his muchachoes waved from the bed of the truck
"Hey lady, where you go, you be have bad luck".

Yes, she said, as she beckoned and called them by name
Pedro, Miguel, Pancho, and again Pancho, they all looked the same

Up the hill, to the bottom of Green Mountain, follow me, she did call
Now dash away dash away dash away, you all.

And then in a twinkle they unload every supply that an ALF could need
There were tamales and disinfectant and depends for those who peed.

Sara turned her head to see that St SiIcando was the first through the door
In an accent so merry, he started to laugh, and then he broke into a roar

"Who is running this place" he snickered with a knowing wink
There is dust on the sills, and trash in the halls, and dishes in the sink

His droll  little mouth drew up like a cherry while his vap held fast in his teeth
while non-smoke encircled his head like a wreath.

He had a broad face and a sizable belly
That shook when he walked like a $10 jelly

Well he spoke not a word, issuing pink slips to the staff, each and all
Then forthwith delivered evening meds to residents in each hall

Soon  St SiIicando and the Muchachoes had put the ALF back in order
And then, in Spanish, he said something about an issue at the border.

The muchachoes grabbed their gear and perhaps an extra tool or two
And out the door and into the pickup they flew

Sara heard them exclaim as they turned left onto Spring Creek
Have a Merry Christmas, Senora Sara... we see you next week.

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