Christmas Shopping the Discount Medical Supplies Way
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a computer mouse;
The compression stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Discount Medical Supplies soon would be there;
The diabetics were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of glucose tablets danced in their heads,
And the Doctor in his surgical mask and cap,
Had just settled for a nap —
When out on the lawn arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.
To the window I flew like Barry Allen (The Flash),
Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.
What to my wondering eyes mot much did appear,
Looks like I need eye drops – Artificial Tears.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. DMS came with a bound.
I turned around so fast that I hurt my neck;
No matter for St. Medic was bringing me a CareTec.
A bundle of home medical supplies was flung on his back,
And he looked like a chiropractor just opening his pack:
His exam lamps — how they twinkled! Cream for my pimples? How merry,
My skin will be like a rose, especially with aloe-very.
His little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was trimmed for show;
A piece of nicotine gum he constantly bit,
For you see that he was trying really hard to quit.
He had a broad face, and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of petroleum jelly:
He was chubby and plump, what we’d call bariatric,
And looking at his hands he also seemed a tad arthritic;
But a wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He has pain management products and of fitness supplies a bunch
So he doesn’t have to worry about eating a little too much for lunch.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to work
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
Then just for the fun of it he did a little twerk
Just like Miley Cyrus listening to Kraftwerk
And laying his finger splint aside of his nose
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprung to his scooter, to his care team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:
But I heard him exclaim, before he drove out of sight —
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.