By Cynthia E. Roat (Apologies to Clement Clarke Moore)   'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The teenagers sprawled all awry in their beds, While visions of skateboards caromed in their heads. And I with my headset and glossary too Had just settled in for a session or two. Telephonic … [Read more...]