It was the day before Christmas, but there was no cheer, No jingle bells jingled, no sound of reindeer. The word had gotten 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 limped down the street wondering what should he do? When the sign said DC, it was too good to be true!
Now Santa was not one to like a new tactic, but all else had failed; So he’d try Chiropractic. He entered the clinic and saw at a glance, In a place such as this, illness hasn’t a chance.
The people were smiling, the music was snappy, With all of the patients contented and happy. In a very short time, to judge by the clock, He was in the adjustment room talking to “Doc.”
“Oh 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 a fuss or tussle he examined the vertebrae and relaxed every muscle. He spotted the trouble and then with a click, he started aligning the spine of St. Nick.
In no time at all, he felt no aches or pains, he picked up his pack and grabbed the reins. The air was atingle with new fallen snow. And healthy Kris Kringle was rarin’ to go.
So may we at this time, echo his cheer?
SEASONS GREETINGS TO YOU
HAPPY NEW YEAR !
Dr. Cimperman and Dr. Gallagher