12/25/2025
'Twas the Night Before Therapy
’Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the clinic,
Not a child was still moving—no jumping or spinning.
The therapy tools were all put away with great care,
In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.
The kiddos were nestled all snug in their beds,
While goals and milestones danced in our heads.
With parents in PJs and therapists too,
We’d finished our notes (yes, all of them too!).
When out in the hallway there arose such a clatter,
We sprang from our chairs to see what was the matter.
Away to the door we flew in a flash,
Past swings and balance beams stacked in a stash.
The moon shining bright on the gym mats below
Gave a glow to the cones and the scooters in tow.
When what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But a jolly old Santa with therapy gear!
He moved like a pro, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than runners his helpers they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
“Now Speech! Now OT! Now PT—let’s go!
On fine motor skills! On language to grow!
To core strength and balance! To words big and small!
Now therapy! Therapy! Therapy for all!”
He spoke with such clarity, modeling sounds,
Working on blends while he knelt on the ground.
“Say cookie,” he prompted, “Now Santa—great job!”
As articulation improved with each nod.
He pulled out some putty and beads from his sack,
For grasping and pinching and skills to bring back.
Lacing and cutting, and writing his name,
“Functional play,” Santa cheerfully exclaimed!
Then off to the gym where the big kids would play,
Climbing and jumping the PT way.
They practiced their balance, their hopping and squats,
Building endurance and strength—oh, lots and lots!
He adjusted their posture, their gait and their stride,
“Strong bodies help learning,” he said with such pride.
From crawling to walking to running with cheer,
Each child made progress—what a wonderful year!
He finished his work and checked goals one last time,
So thoughtful, so caring, right on the dime.
He smiled and he said as he turned out the light,
“Great progress to all—and keep practicing right!”
He sprang to his sleigh with a wink and a grin,
And whispered, “You therapists truly all win.”
But I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and keep therapy fun and bright!” 🎅✨