Here’s our take on an old favorite:
Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care…
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear…
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound
But when he stepped, he made a slight sound.
He was dressed all in fur, now tarnished with soot,
But poor St. Nicholas had twisted his foot!
Then he reached deep into his bag on the floor,
And pulled out Arnica, Rhus Tox, Ruta, and more.
St. Nick knew that he had found his cure.
With no more pain, his recovery was sure.
His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His homeopathy kit he always did carry.
More rapid than eagles recovered his foot
As stockings were filled with goodies well put.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Homeopathy for all and to all a Good night!”
