In the month of December in the year twenty one
With advent upon them each one having fun
A care home named Marham was in for a shock
They were in line for a visit, their worlds it would rock.
The month had gone by so jolly but fast
Even though they had tried to make each moment last
They’d put up the streamers and trimmed the whole tree
They stared at the gifts wondering “what would they be?”
They’d stirred Christmas puddings and baked Christmas cake
They crafted decorations and no rest did they take
They’d opened the sherry, had one, then one more
All unaware of what lay in store
Meanwhile on a mountain near Bury St E
The Grinch looked around to see what was for tea
He searched in the larder, he searched on the floor
With a grimace then laughter he opened the door
The care home named Marham looked cosy and warm
A place where the chef might cook up a storm
He climbed through the window to find him a treat
A glass of good sherry and something to eat
The people of Marham stood agape and aghast
As the Grinch rushed right past them so slick and so fast
He tossed all the sweets as right by did he prance
He put on a record to have him a dance
He visited bedrooms, he laid on the beds
He jumped on the sofa, he drank all the meds
And when he had finished, upstairs he did creep
To the cinema room where he fell fast asleep
The residents giggled, what a sight they had seen
A Santa sat snoring, a Santa that’s green
They tucked him in snuggly and turned off the light
And they backed away gently and wished him goodnight.
Merry Christmas from all here at Marham House