Twas the week before Christmas and all through 

the clinic not a patient was hurting, not even 

cranky Mr Tinic (fictional).  The tubing 

and weights were stacked in the gym with care in 

hopes that the strength fairy would soon be 

there.  The patients were exercising without their 

meds while visions of balance and stabilization 

danced in their heads.  When out in the parking 

lot there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my 

core training exercise to see what was the matter.  

When what to my clinical eyes should appear, but a 

little old driver and eight buff reindeer.  As I was 

turning around, through the door Santa came in 

with a bound.  A bundle of rehab equipment he had 

flung on his back, and he looked like a jolly old athlete 

flaunting his six pack (abs).  He spoke not a 

word, but went straight to the gym, pumped out 

some reps and set up the new equipment in a 

whim.  He turned with a jerk, giving a thumbs up 

and a nod, then zipped out the door sporting his 

holiday bod.  He sprang to his sleigh, to his team 

gave a whistle, and away they all flew like the 

down of a thistle.  I heard him exclaim, as he drove 

out of sight, “Merry Christmas and good 

health to all, and to all a good night!” 

Wishing You and your families a happy

and healthy Holiday Season!



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