‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the office, Not a patient was stirring, not even a hygienist;
The water syringes were hung by the staff with care,
In hope that 2021 soon would be there;
The patients were nestled all snug in their chairs,
While visions of good dental hygiene dances in their heads,
Dr. Noor in her scrubs, and the staff with their masks,
Had just settled in for a long Winter’s Day,
When out on the street there arose such a clatter,
We sprang from our stations to see what was the matter.
Away to the window we flew with a flash,
Tore open the shutters, and through up our masks.
The clouds in the sky and the new fallen snow;
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below;
When, what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But Dr. Noor, with a new patient, so lively and quick.
We knew in a moment it must be Ms. Nick.
More rapid than eagles her office staff came,
Dr, Noor whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now! Isabella, now! Sacha, now! Maria, and Vicky,
“On! Karla, on! Lubna, on! Brianna and Micky;
“To the top of the list! All the patients to call!
“Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As they picked up and dialed, wild fingers they’d fly.
With the chairs full of patients and Dr. Noor too:
And then in a twinkling, she heard on the door
The prancing and pawing of each little tool.
She drew her scope, and was turning around,
Down the hall the hygienist came with a bound:
She was dressed in PPE, from her head to her foot,
Her mask was all tarnished with germs and soot;
A bundle of shields were flung on her back,
She looked like a peddler just opening her pack:
Her eyes how they twinkled! Her dimples how merry,
Her cheeks were like roses, her nose like a cherry;
Her pretty little smile was drawn up like a bow,
Her beautiful teeth, were as white as the snow;
The stump of a toothbrush held tight in her teeth,
The straps of her mask circled like a wreath.
She was chipper and bubbly instead of a grump,
The patient’s laughed when they saw her in spite of their 2020 slump;
A wink of her eye and a twist of her head
Soon let them know they had nothing to dread.
She spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
And cleaned all her patient’s teeth; then turned with a jerk,
She laid her finger aside of her nose
And giving a nod, out of the chair she rose.
Dr. Noor sprung to her car, and gave her team a whistle,
And away she flew, like the down of a thistle:
But they heard her exclaim, as she drove out of sight,
Merry Christmas to you all, and to all a good night!