A Christmas salute to senior care’s CEOs.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the industry
No one was buying, not even Ed Kenny
The listings were posted by the brokers with care
In hopes that Jack Callison soon would be there
The investors were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of Bill and Bob Thomas danced in their heads
And Barry in his Kerchief, and Bruce in his cap
Had just settled down after giving them one last slap
When out on the lawn arose such a clatter
Paul Ormond sprang from his bed to see what was the matter
Away to the window he flew in a flash
To see his portfolio turn into ash
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to Stoller’s head below
When what to his wondering eyes should he see
But a miniature sleigh pulled by Pat Kennedy
With a little old driver hanging onto the door
I knew in a moment it must be John Moore
More rapid than Debbie his coursers they came
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name
Now Bufford, now Brewer, now Taylor and Smick
On Bacon, on Adams, on Cohen and Vick
To the top of the league tables, to the top with Beckwith
Now dash away, dash away, dash away Smith
And then in a twinkling, Mulloy was on the roof
With Hager and Pruitt pawing each little hoof
As I drew in my head and was turning around
Down the chimney came Tom Grape with a bound
His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples like Ben Brier’s
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like Joe Steier’s
Dendy’s droll little mouth was drawn up in a bow
And Freshwater’s beard on his chin was as white as the snow
The stump of a pipe Madsen held in his teeth
While Katzmann circled his head like a burning man wreath
Gill had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like Tony Oglesby
Thompson spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
Buying all the CCRCs, then turned with a jerk
And laying a finger on Patricia Will’s head
And giving a nod, it was time that he fled
Roderick sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle
And away they all flew, but not with Chris Wrinkle
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night
