In winter's glow, where lights resound, A holiday cheer in hearts is found. For Liz, whose joy illuminates the night, A smile that sparkles, pure delight. Amidst the valleys, proud to claim, The Welsh hills whisper her revered name. With a heart that beats to dance's beat, Her spirit moves with sure-footed feet. Yet, the tunes of Abba and Boney M, She sets aside, a quiet hymn. For in her world of sway and twirl, Her elegance flies like a flag unfurled. In Christmas warmth, she finds her grace, A radiant star, a gentle face. With every step, with every gleam, Liz is a dancer, living her dream.