With a warm shout out to Clement Clarke Moore!
‘Twas the day before Christmas, when across this great land,
Drones were delivering and lending a hand;
I was working my drone job at the ole FAA,
Checking out that drone pilots, our rules they obey;
‘Twas Yuletide, I know, but I stayed here in town,
My task was important, forget the shutdown!
Don’t think I hate drones – it’s quite the contrary,
But I deal in safety, so danger comes rarely;
Armed with my coffee and binders of laws,
I had just settled down to write a new clause;
When high in the airspace, radars sensed a new blip,
I sprang into action, sharp as a whip;
Away to the monitor, I focused my gaze,
To find the rogue aircraft up there in the haze;
The track on the radar soon allowed me to see,
Some descending object, heading right down for me;
Then what to my wondering gaze landed soft on the ground?
But the most wondrous drone I had ever found;
With a sleek design, so rugged yet spry,
I knew right away, ‘twas a new DJI;
More agile than wind, it landed near me,
I dashed forward quickly, shouting federal decrees;
Part 107! 400 Feet! Now listen to me!”
‘Twas the prettiest drone, that ever I’d seen,
Tricked out with vestments of red and bright green;
As I gawked in amazement, drone magic most grand,
Shot forth a small man, who did quickly expand;
Where once stood a drone, with rotors a-flutter,
Now stood a fat man but know this: I’m no nutter!
He was dressed in pilot gear, from his head to his toes,
His clothes were all tousled, from the flight I suppose;
Despite his method of drone transportation,
He was a traditional Christmas representation;
The way his bright drone sensors did jingle,
I knew this drone lover must be Kris Kringle;
An array of drone products, he had flung in a sack,
Smiling ever so slightly, he began to unpack;
His eyes – oh they shined! His love of drones clear,
He whispered right to me, “I’m so glad to be here;”
“You see, diligent man from the old FAA,
I’ve been watching your progress every night and bright day;
Despite some friction twixt you and drone users,
It’s clear to me, sir, you all hate drone abusers;”
“Making skies safer takes teamwork and skill,
Pilots and agencies can co-write a good bill;”
“But tonight, my dear chap, I came here not,
To deliver a lecture, nor class nor sinister plot;”
“No!” said he, “not to complain nor to nag,
I visit your workplace to give my drone bag!”
And with that, dear Santa, oh he went to work,
Poured out his bag contents with a wink and a smirk;
“So, FAA man,” said he, “Here’s the deal,”
These drone gifts, your Xmas blues surely will heal;
As I gazed at the booty, my eyes full of wonder,
My mouth did water at the splendorous plunder!
Software solutions for to gain top-notch telemetry!
Drone doo-dads custom made for some missions,
A bag full of swag for tons of applications,
And to neutralize the occasional drone ne’er-do-well,
This grim anti-drone gun will shoot them to hell;
And as Santa shrunk down to fit in his drone,
I frowned in my heart that he soon would be gone;
“Don’t look so downcast, he said with great cheer,
Unmanned aircraft technology will make the way clear;”
“I cried out “But Santa there’s much drone bad news!
Drones flying ‘round Gatwick, mixed with ignorant views;”
As his tiny elf body began to wink out,
He cupped hands to his mouth to give me a shout!
“Don’t worry, young man, just do what you should,
Share the message of courage – Drones for Good!”
His tiny voice bellowed out as he flew through the night,
“A Drone Christmas to all and to all a good flight!”
Jason is a longstanding contributor to DroneLife with an avid interest in all things tech. He focuses on anti-drone technologies and the public safety sector; police, fire, and search and rescue.
Beginning his career as a journalist in 1996, Jason has since written and edited thousands of engaging news articles, blog posts, press releases and online content.
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