A Christmas tale for Liz, so dear, Who twirls with grace this time of year. Her smile, a light, both bright and warm, A Welsh heart beating in joyful form. For Rich, her love, she holds so tight, In his embrace, her spirits take flight. Abba and Boney M, she leaves behind, Preferring sweet pudding and ice cream kind. Her laughter rings like silver bells, In halls where merry Yuletide dwells. And as the snowflakes gently dance, Liz spins, threads love in her festive trance.