A Chiropractic Christmas

Written by Dr. Matt Pamer, D.C.

It was the day before Christmas

But there was no cheer.

No jingle bells jingled, no sound or 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 laughter 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 DC


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 a 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 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, 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 to the table.


The doctor was gentle. Without fuss or tussle

He examined the Vertebrea

And relaxed the muscles.

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 he began to feel gay.

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’d felt as good as this.

Then once more he shouldered the bagful of toys.

His heart overflowing with true Christmas joys!

So, may we, your friends, echo this cheer?

Merry Christmas To All

And To

All A Good Year