12/22/2025
’Twas two days before Christmas, but cheer was on pause,
No jingling bells, no reindeer applause.
The word had spread fast. Oh, what a fright..
Santa was sick and grounded for the night.
The people were gloomy, the joy had gone mute,
For Christmas felt empty without Santa’s red suit.
He drove down the road, sore, tired, and slow,
When a sign caught his eye, Strong Chiropractic, you know.
Now Santa’s old-school, not quick to try new,
But nothing had worked.. so what could he do?
He stepped through the door and thought with a grin,
“In a place like this, sickness doesn’t win.”
The staff were all smiling, the music was bright,
Patients relaxed, everything felt just right.
Before he could blink or check the wall clock,
He was chatting away in the treatment room with Doc.
“It’s the rush and the stress and the weight of it all,
I just can’t keep up, I’m starting to stall.
Once it was simple, just laughter and toys,
Now it’s smog, spaceships, and way too much noise.”
“And Doc, take a look at the bag that I tote,
Do you know what this does to a back like a goat?”
Santa was stiff, barely able, in fact,
Till our Doc helped ease him up onto the table.
🦴 With gentle precision, no fuss and no strain,
He checked every joint and released every pain.
A click here, a shift there. problems made right,
Aligning the spine of old St. Nick just right.
The aches slipped away like snow in the sun,
And Santa felt lighter, his strength had begun.
The room felt electric, like fresh fallen snow,
And a healthy Kris Kringle was ready to go.
Out the door he flew, blowing kisses mid-air,
“Centuries,” he laughed, “since I’ve felt this fair!”
Once more he hoisted that sack full of toys,
His heart overflowing with true Christmas joys.
And that Christmas Eve, as the sleigh took its flight,
Strong Chiropractic saved Christmas that night.
