T’was the Night Before an SPD Christmas
T’was the Night Before an SPD Christmas By Patty , her husband and Hartley T'was the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The snack packs, arranged on the counter with care, In hopes, on our journey we’d be well prepared. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of Chex Mix danced in their heads; Ma in her hoodie, and I in my sweats, were to put away pillows and therapy nets. When in the back room there arose such a clatter, I ran at full sprint to see what was the matter. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a puzzled old man buried up to his ears, (In scooter boards, swings, and small colored spheres.) Poor devil had brushed ‘gainst our therapy stash, When it came down around him it made such a crash! He recovered with grace, so lively and quick, That I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. "What is all this stuff that you people collect? Are you Circus performers?”--the old man...