T’was 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 jolly St. Nick.
The people were sad; no gaiety sounded.
For Christmas had come,
but Santa was grounded.
He walked down the street,
but what should he see
On a small sign was printed, Russell Brokstein, D.C.
Now Santa was not one to like a new tactic,
But all else had failed, so he’d try Chiropractic.
He entered the office and saw at a glance
In place such as this illness hasn’t a chance.
For all were smiling; the music was snappy.
With all the patients contented and happy.
In a very short time, to judge by the clock.
He 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, guns, and whistles.
Now I have to dodge fall-out, space ships, 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 Dr. Russell to get to the table.
Doctor Russell was 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.
And 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!
Then once more he shouldered the bagful of toys,
His heart overflowing with true Christmas joys,
From Dr. Russell, Princess and Lisa
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU AND TO ALL A HAPPY HEALTHY NEW YEAR!!