T’was the day before Christmas,
No jingle bells jingled, no sound of reindeer.
Word got out that Santa's back was hurting.
Throughout the North Pole it was most concerning
People were sad; no gaiety sounded.
For Christmas had come,
and Santa may be grounded
Santa was angry for all he tried
He still felt weak and so very tired
How would he carry all those bags filled with hopes and dreams
Even Rudolph’s nose was red from sneezing
Throughout the world every child thought what was most apparent
Was Santa coming or would it be a new variant
But Santa would not take this lying down
Searching on Google he found something most profound
Chiropractic might be an answer pound per pound
So, he thought what the heck
he walked down the street,
and what should he see
On a small sign was printed, Family Chiropractic
Now Santa was not one to like a new tactic,
But all else had failed, so now it's time to try Chiropractic.
He entered the office and saw at a glance
In a place like this low back pain had no chance
For all were smiling; the music was snappy.
With all the patients content and so very happy.
In a very short time, to judge by the clock.
Santa was in the adjusting room, talking to Doc
"It must be the hurry, the tension and all.
I simply can’t seem to get on the ball.
Life used to be easy, just toys and whistles.
Now I have to dodge drones, meteors, planes and more."
"And Doc, take a look at the size of this pack!"
"Have you any idea what it does to my back?"
Poor Santa was miserable, just barely able
With the help of doc to get to the table.
He was so gentle. Without fuss or tussle
He examined the vertebrae and relaxed the muscle.
He spotted the trouble, and then with a click,
Started aligning the ailing St. Nick.
Santa felt aches and pains slipping away.
In no time at all his back and hips began to sway.
The air was a tingle with a new fallen snow,
And a healthy Kris Kringle was rarin’ to go.
As he went out the door, he threw all a kiss
Why, it has been centuries since he’d felt as good as this!
