THE WEEK BEFORE CHRISTMAS
Twas the week before Christmas and all through the town customers were screaming their hot tubs are down.
The temperature is dropping, snow on the way and their guests are all wanting a hot tub to play…but, their heaters aren’t heating and pumps wont go, the jets are not jetting and their blowers wont blow.
So I loaded my van up with heaters and parts, dressed up in my hat, gloves and carhartts. With cell phone and maps, schematics and books off I went in a rush to take a look.
I found dirty filters and water to low, breakers were bad and some plumbing had to go. I replaced several heaters and even some pumps, cut my hands, froze my ears and my head got some bumps but at the end of the day not one spa froze and I stood there contented with a cold runny nose.
Testing the last spa I heard a strange sound, behind me jingle bells so I spun around. There to my surprise did appear, Santa himself with sleigh and reindeer.
“Hop in Spa Man!” He said pointing his thumb with a jerk, the elves hot tub is broken and they don’t want to work!
“But Santa” I cried, “I’m tired cold and sad”…he interrupted quite stern and said “don’t make Santa mad”
So I loaded my tools on the back of the sleigh and mumbled to myself as we flew out of site “stupid elves, it’s gonna be another long night!”
