Christmas saved

'Twas the day before Christmas, but there was no cheer.
No jingle bells jingled, no sound of reindeer.
The word 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, and what should he see
On a small sign was printed Doc.Sawbones D.C.

Now Santa was no 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 a place like this he'd take 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 cannot seem to get on the ball.
Life used to be easy, just toys, guns, and whistles.
Now I have to dodge fallout, 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 old Doc. to get on the table.

Old Doc. was gentle, Without fuss or tussle,
He examined the vertebrae and relaxed the muscle.
He spotted the trouble, and then with a click,
Starting aligning the ailing St.Nick.

And Santa felt ackes and pains slipping away,
In no time at all, he began to move freely and sway.
The air was a-tingle with 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 had been centuries since he felt good as this!
Then once more he shouldered the bag full of toys,
His heart overflowed with true christmas joys.