The Night Before Christmas

short-story-thumbsTwas the night before Christmas and all through the ward

Not a sick child was stirring, not a single cry heard

The children were sleeping in hard, lumpy beds

Fighting waves of nausea and thumping heads

Parents like me, just plain mums and dads

Were trying to rest in pull out sofa beds

When out in the corridor there arose such a clatter

I jumped to my feet to see what was the matter

I pulled back the curtain, dashed across vinyl floor

Dodging the obstacles between me and the door

The corridor lighting stayed on through the night

Keeping the ward areas bathed in dim light

When what to my bloodshot eyes did appear

But the doctor himself – dressed in theatre gear

He looked quite a sight in his theatre blues

With a silly paper hat and overshoes

A white theatre gown he had tied with one tape

And it sailed out behind him like superman’s cape


His eyes too were bloodshot, but he managed a smile

Clearly, he’d not slept in quite a while

His expression was gentle, not a single frown line

Despite working more unpaid overtime

He spoke not a word but went straight to his task

Prescribing medications and IV flasks

Then he spotted the nurses and he called them by name

And they laughed as they worked as if playing a game

He left clear instructions for the care of each child

Ensured tests were ordered and appropriately filed

“These kids have been dealt a cruel hand by fate

Their parents can do little but sit with them and wait

So fill Children’s Ward with your kindness and cheer

Merry Christmas everyone and a Healthy New Year!”


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