In winter's glow, a laughter's rise, My little brother, bright surprise, At ten years old, his eyes aglow, With Santa's tales and games in tow. Christmas morn, a joyous scene, Hands unwrap dreams in red and green, A handsome spirit, pure and true, Love for games, the worlds anew. He conquers realms with fearless glee, In pixel lands of fantasy, Yet more than games, his heart's embrace, Is family, warmth, a love to trace. In every smile, his kindness sings, A melody the season brings, My little brother, young and wise, A star in our December skies.