Twas the night before Sight Village, when all through the house
Not a screen reader was stirring, not a vertual mouse;
The iPods were connected to the PC with care,
In hopes that many podcasts soon would be there;
The blindies were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of USB thumbs danced in their heads;
And the people of C Sun and Closing the Gap
Not hearing of Sight Village didn’t give a crap.
When out on the blogs there arose such a clatter,
When the Assistive Tech companies started to natter.
Away to MS windows I flew like a flash,
Tore open the browser and typed something ending slash.
The Daisy and the braille and the large print you know
All alt format conversions all ready to go.
When, what to my wondering ears should appear,
But a miniature PDA all mainstream not dear.
With a choice of IO drivers, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment, this content would stick.
More portable than desktops, Mobile apps they came
And they Podcast and Shoutcast and called them by name;
“Now, Real Streaming! now, MSN Messenger! now, web browsing, and Skype!
On, Word, on Excel, On and on excuse the hype!
Through the Ethernet port! through the Windows firewall!
Now blog away! blog away! blog away all!”