T’was the night before Christmas, but Santa could not be found. There were no jingle bells or reindeer sound. There were to be no toys under trees, for Santa was sick. There would be no holiday blessings from the once jolly St. Nick. The children were saddened and no laughter sounded, Christmas was here but, Santa was grounded. As the elves wandered helplessly, what did they see? A great big sign with the letters D.C.
Now they knew Santa was not one to try a new tactic, but since medicine had failed they talked him into trying Chiropractic. Santa entered the office with a smile and a nod, there was no mistaking this place was of God. The children were playing and as far as he could tell, everyone left there smiling and well.
In no time at all, just a few tics of the clock, he was in the exam room talking to Doctor. “It must be my age, the stress, and all of the travel; I’m feeling my health starting to unravel. It used to be so easy just carrying dolls, trains, and toy cars, now it’s computers, iPods, and combo DVD/VCRS. If you looked in my sleigh at the size of my pack, I’m sure you would tell me it ruins my back”.
The loving Chiropractor took Santa and X-rayed his spine, and found he had no arc-of-life and several bones out of line. Santa committed to being adjusted for the duration, the moment he learned he had life threatening Subluxation. He got on the table and then with a click, the Doc started adjusting the ailing St. Nick. When Santa was finished most of his sickness felt like it was gone. Once again Santa flowed with love and good cheer, now that his spine and nerve system were clear.
He shouldered his bag and jumped into his sleigh, thinking it had been centuries since he felt this way. Then he shouted, “I’ll bring in Mrs. Kringle and the elves to be checked before the first of the year,
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD YEAR!”