25/12/2019
Happy Holidays!
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land, every creature was craving a massage therapist’s hand. All bodies were sore from the shopping and stress, in hopes of deep tissue to get them out of this mess. Hamstrings were knotted and glutes were tense, good minds had lost touch with all common sense. All spandex and lycra were hung by the fire, In hopes that exercise would be inspired. The computer shut down, and a double shot nightcap, I settled myself for a long winters nap. When out by the dumpster there arose such a clatter, I stumbled from bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew (but I crashed), Fell over my snowboard and onto my …bottom. Out the peephole I gazed at some guy dressed in red with a soft velvet hat on top of his head. His shoulders were hunched and his hand on his back, he grimaced each time he tried to lift up his pack. His cheeks a bit peaked, but his eyes still had spark. As I unlocked the door I heard him remark, “Oh Dasher, Oh Dancer , Oh Prancer and V***n. Oh Comet, Oh Cupid, Oh Donner and Blitzen! My neck has a kink and my back is on pain, to fit through this chimney is too much of a strain. My emotions are unbalanced, at best, don’t you see? And my therapist says that I have A.D.D.” “Now hold on one minute,” was my voice in the night, “How about a massage before you take flight?” To my table he clamored right onto his belly that shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly. When he stood up he seemed a right jolly old elf and I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself. And I heard him explain, as he rode out of sight, “Great massages to all and to all a good night!” Author unknown.
