The Christmas Massage That Never Came

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, My back was as stiff as an overworked spouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, But my shoulders were aching-it just wasn't fair! I dreamed of a gift card, strong hands sweet embrace. With oil and elbows to fix my poor case. A therapist with strong hands, a table so snug. To knead out my knots like a professional hug. But come Christmas morning, to my great dismay. No massage was waiting to brighten my day. Instead, I unwrapped some socks and a mug. A reindeer-shaped sweater and a weird scented plug. "Oh, Santa!" I cried, with a desperate plea, "Was I not good enough for some pampering spree?" My family just chuckled, "You'll manage, you'll cope. Why not try stretching- or maybe some soap?" So now here I sit with my peppermint tea, Imagining a massage that will never be. If next year comes round and the pain still persists Try using this discount to buy your own bliss.