In a festive glow, the season gleams, Thoughts tangled in red and green dreams, For Schon, a gift I seek to find, But options drift like snow, entwined. A handyman's heart beats in his chest, Crafting wonders, his hands attest, Shall I wrap a tool, a token precise, To show my gratitude, a gift concise? For in every fix, in every mend, He's there to help, a guiding friend, Perhaps a kit for his nimble hands, A promise wrapped in silver strands. Thus I'll give, with joy and cheer, A Christmas present, sincere and clear, For Schon, who builds and aids galore, A heart-filled gift he'll surely adore.