Christmas Day With Stanley

'Tis Christmas Eve, I'm in my living room
All by myself in this retirement home;
No better off than wife who's in her tomb,
Won't see my kids nor theirs; I live in Nome.
I stare across the room at Christmas tree
All bare, no tinsel, lights nor ornaments
But what is there to do, it has to be,
I'm stricken with arthritic ligaments.
My thoughts drift back to Christmas in the past;
Remembered grandpa, was arthritic too,
Consuming eggnogs till he drank his last
And staggered, felled the tree, adornments flew.
Though shed some tears, I'm happy I could reach
Another Christmas Day with Stanley Creech.