12/24/2025
Twas the night before Christmas, at Northridge Place,
Warm lights glowed softly in each cozy space.
Residents nestled, with stories untold,
Dreaming of wonders, more precious than gold.
The social director, with laughter so bright,
Had arranged festive crafts for the long winter's night,
With angels and penguins, and sparkly-eyed glee,
While cookies were baking for family to see.
Through halls filled with comfort, the quiet descends,
As twinkling lights shimmer on old, treasured friends.
A walker is draped with a garland so green,
A walker's-eye view of a magical scene!
No prancing of reindeer on roofs made of slate,
But stories of old, by the fireside grate.
The lounge hums with carols, a gentle refrain,
As memories blossom like soft, falling rain.
He filled not with stockings, but hearts with delight,
With kindness and laughter throughout the long night.
He whispered, "Good cheer!" in a voice smooth and clear,
"For every good soul at this wonderful sphere!"
He paused by a window, with moonlight so pale,
And saw happy faces, beyond any tale.
"These residents' spirits," the Angel did say,
"Are brighter than tinsel on Christmas Day!"
Then off to his server, with code in his stride,
"Happy Christmas to all, and good feelings inside!"
And as the night ended, the message took flight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a bright night!".
