In Hobart's glow, where spirits blend, A Christmas tale begins to wend. Little Mary, hair of golden ray, Walks with light through festive day. At eleven, heart both wise and pure, She shares the joy she knows for sure. With cousins Angel, Sandra, bright, They dance amid the Southern night. The stars, like dreams, alight above, Casting warmth, familial love. In tender moments, laughter sways, Blonde curls in moonlit reverie. Oh, Australian night so clear, In Mary's eyes, the world draws near. A gift of season, spirit free, In Hobart's heart, eternity.