A Pilates Body Shop Christmas

A Pilates Body Shop Christmas


T’was the night before Christmas and all through the house

All creatures were relaxing even the mouse

The exercise mats hung on the rail with care

They’d been used all week and needed an air


When out of the fireplace there arose such a clatter

Robyn sprang to her feet to see what was the matter

St. Nick arrived in a red lightning flash

He landed on his Glutes with an almighty crash


Things had been hard at the old North Pole

!/2 an hour later he was bearing his soul

To live in a world that’s posturally incorrect

Makes for a Santa that’s a bumbling wreck


Throughout the year his spine had been flogged

To ease his back pain he had turned to the grog

And alcoholics anonymous had made it quite clear

That old St. Nick had better lay off the beer


To show you the strangeness of life’s ebbs and flows Santa was introduced to Pilates and the way that it goes

As they worked out sweated and breathed in through the nose

Sighing out of the mouth elongating through the toes


Scooping in his belly behind the shiny black belt

An improvement to St. Nicks back was immediately felt

Ending their session with an amazing disbelief

Santa was astounded at his newfound relief


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