A Christmas party at an old folk's home is quite a sight. There is a new executive director here, though, and she seems to have given it a valient try. The band was actually pretty good - two guitars, a drum set, keyboard, and clarinet. They played all the s standard Christmas tunes and some folk classics. Last year all they had was one guy screeching out solos, accompanting himself on a keyboard.

Santa made his obligatory appearance. They need to either gert a new Santa suit and a new beard, though, or dry clean the ones they have, 'cause Santa was looking right scruffy.

The amusing part about this attempt at Christmas glee is the way the old folks react to it - or, rather, the way they DON'T react to it. They all just sit around in their wheelchairs and look at the band. They don't smile, they don't talk, they don't sway to the music or tap their feet or hum along - nothing. They just stare at the band.