🎄A Christmas Deck Poem:
’Twas the day before break, and all through the yard, the students were working, and working quite hard. The footings were poured with precision and care, In hopes that the inspector soon would be there.
The seniors were shivering, clad in Carhartt, impatient to finish and finally depart. With impact drivers holstered and tape measures out, they knew what this project was truly about.
The sun on the grain of the pressure-treated wood gave the luster of craftsmanship, sturdy and good. When, what to their safety-glassed eyes should appear, but Mr. Fortner's truck, pulling up from the rear.
With a pencil on ear, and a demeanor so quick, they knew in a moment it was Instructor Old Nick. More rapid than eagles his orders they came, and he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Amy! Now, Parker! Check level and plumb! Don't hit that expensive new wood with your thumb! To the top of the stairs! To the edge of the wall! Now screw it down! Screw it down! Fasten it all!"
As sawdust that before the wild circular saw flies, when they cut through a knot and it mounts to the skies, so up to the decking the students they flew, with a box full of Torx bits, and speed squares too.
And then, in a twinkling, they set the last board, the finest construction the class could afford. Then sprang to the school van, to the team gave a whistle, and away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard Mrs. Holly exclaim, as they drove out of sight, "Happy Christmas to all, and the deck is built right!"