Barb and Ken Marich ‘Twas the night before Christmas in SaddleBrooke’s glow, where retirees lounged peacefully—golf carts parked just so. The stockings were hung by the patio with care, while scorpions skittered around without care. Residents were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of tee times danced in their heads. And Mama in…









