DAIS Online

December, 2006
Volume I, No. 5

SEASONS GREETINGS!

'Twas the week before Christmas
And all through the school
The hallways were quiet
Students home for the Yule

But in the DSS office
The was still much activity
No time to focus on Kwanze,
Chanukah, OR nativity

The Braille embosser in the back room
Went clackety-clack
While interpreters' bills on the front desk
Piled stackety-stack!

Closing out one semester
Preparing for the next
Return finals to faculty
Prepare alternate texts

When out on the lawn
There arose such a clatter
I sprang from my desk
To see what was the matter

My eyeballs near popped
As I watched in surprise
While a miniature space ship
Swooped from the skies

With a little old driver
So jolly in red
It WASN'T an irate parent –
I had nothing to dread!

"You're early," I cried
As I called him by name
"But your ship's full of loot
So I'm sure glad you came.

"Come in through the door
It's just down the hall
Don't use the roof
It's a heckuva fall!"

So in through the doorway
Old St. Nick he came
With his engines still revving
His rockets aflame.

He swooped down the hallway
And right up the stairs
Where his rocket exhaust
Burned a desk and two chairs.

He filled all the staff stockings
That hung in a row
Their wishes fulfilled
Without boxes or bow.

A staff interpreters' contract --
The deafness specialist's dream
All the software a techie
Could want, so it seems!

A copy of ADAAG
AHEAD conference registration
A commitment for more space
From the school's administration.

"And what do YOU want?"
He asked me with a wink.
"That's easy," I said,
"I don't even have to think!"

"Just three more hours each day
Should do the trick, Santa Dear!"
"Nice try," he said kindly…
"Maybe next year!"

Then laying a finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod, up the smoke stack he rose.

He shot through the air
Like a small meteor
Fell back down to our office
And crashed through our floor!

"Goodness, Santa," I said
"Be more careful – take care!
Your ship's here in the office
It isn't down there."

"I'm sorry," said Santa,
"This isn't my day
There once was a time
When I could leave that way,

"But I needed to move
In a way that was fast
So I swapped my best sled
For this tin -overed blast.

"It did a fine job
While the fuel tanks were full
But now that they're empty
It just doesn't pull.

"Well, that's what I get
For not using my dome.
Merry Christmas to all –
But I gotta WALK home!!"

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!