Christmas for Golden Oldies

 For Christmas, we’re getting DeRay an oxygen machine.

  $600 if you buy it outright.

Insurance will rent a machine for $180/month

  with a copayment of $36, in perpetuity.

In the 5-1/2 years the last machine functioned,
  (under warranty for 5 years, of course)

  insurance would have paid $11,880;

  we would have paid $2,376

  for a machine that cost $600 new.

That goes against DeRay’s sensibilities.

It would be paid for in three months

  if they would buy it outright.

But our insurance will not pay anything to purchase a new one.

What are they thinking?

We also are buying him TV ears.

Ostensibly, it’s so the TV noise won’t bother Amy downstairs,

  but everybody knows it’s so he can hear the TV.

We may pick up a few pair of reading glasses too.
Maybe some insulin and needles in his sock.

My, how our gift-wishes change as we grow older.

Another difference old age makes is,

  as soon as UPS delivers the package,

  he starts using the item.

Why put it under the Christmas tree?

That’s silly.

Me, I still believe in Santa Claus.