Celebrate Christmas in July with Stinson Chiropractic
'Twas the day before Christmas, but there was no cheer.
No jingle bells jingled, no sound of reindeer.
The word had got out that Santa was sick.
There'd be no friendly visit from a sick St. Nick.
The people were sad; no happiness sounded,
for Christmas had come, but Santa was grounded.
He walked down the street, and what should he see?
On a sign was printed, "Dr. Jeffrey Stinson, D.C."
Now Santa was not one to like a new tactic,
but all else had failed, so he tried chiropractic.
"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, guns, and whistles.
Now I have to dodge fallout, spaceships, and missiles.
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 the doctor, to get on the table.
The doctor was gentle, without fuss or tussle.
He examined the vertebrae and relaxed the muscles.
He spotted the trouble and then, with a click,
started aligning the ailing St. Nick.
Santa felt his aches and pains quickly abate.
In no time at all, he began feeling great.
His cheeks were rosy, with a brand-new glow,
and healthy Kris Kringle was rarin' to go.
As he went out the door, he threw the receptionist a kiss.
Why, it had been centuries since he felt this good.
Once more he shouldered the bag full of toys,
his heart overflowing with true Christmas joys.
