A Caregiver’s Christmas
by Brenda Martyniak
’Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
were signs of a loved one and a caregiving spouse.
His stockings were placed on his feet with great care,
After massaging his shoulders and washing his hair.
The grandchildren’s photos sat next to their bed,
To remind him of people that loved him, she said.
When in the next room there arose such a clatter,
She sprang from his side to see what had shattered.
And what to her wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
She knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!
Down the chimney St. Nicholas flew with great speed,
To deliver the gifts for her caregiving needs.
Each package was marked with love and concern,
With wisdom and logic she knew she must learn.
Have patience when tired; get plenty of sleep;
Visit your doctor, your health you must keep.
Talk to your friends, they’ll know what to do
To help you keep smiling and not to get blue.
Treat yourself well, while you care for others;
Ask for some help from your sisters and brothers.
Watch your nutrition, you need to stay strong
For stressful moments that may come along.
The last present came from the jolly old elf;
A wink and a word to “Take care of yourself!”