12/24/2025
Shared from the BC RMT's...
’Twas the night before Christmas, the clinic was still,
No benefits claims left to process or washing machine to fill.
The tables were wiped down, the bolsters in place,
And lavender lingered all over the space.
The RMTs were home icing thumbs, wrists, and knees,
Dreaming of no-shows replaced by paid fees.
When up on the roof there arose such a clack—
It was Santa adjusting his hips and back.
He slid down the chimney with perfect mechanics,
Neutral spine, soft knees — no ergonomic panic.
“Good charting!” he chuckled. “Your SOAPs are just right,
And I brought extra lotion… unscented. Good night!”
He sprang to his sleigh, called out as he flew:
“Hydrate, set boundaries, and bill what you’re due!”
And I heard him exclaim as he vanished from sight:
“Happy Christmas, RMTs — and to your hands, a good night.” 🎄💆♀️💆♂️
