On the corner, a street sign gleams bright, Bearing a family name, a beacon in night. Tales woven through letters, bold and true, Here, past and present blend in view. In a closet, stockings wait, neatly packed, Hints of laughter and surprises stacked. Warm wishes in secret, ready to share, Awaiting Christmas morning's fresh air. Ornaments catch winter's whispering breeze, Outside on branches, they dance with ease. Glittering jewels in the cold night sky, Eternal stars where dreams can fly. In the fridge, a feast rests in repose, A comforting promise amid the snows. A banquet of love, with stories to tell, Bound in flavors that hearts know well. Dear friends, Tom and Jolene, are not far— Their memories are the brightest star. In each clink of the glass and shared delight, Their presence fuels the fire, pure and bright.