In summer's heart, where sunshine plays, At Salvia, we find our ways, To celebrate with mirth and cheer, A Yule in July, to draw us near. For Lee, who's swift upon his feet, A gift of socks, Dutch-made and neat. He raced through Eindhoven's spirited air, Past whispered waters, unaware. With lens in hand, he stills the scene, Captures moments, serene and keen. Yet when he's not in marathon flight, He casts his line at dawn's first light. So here's to Lee, with gifts aglow, In July's embrace, let friendships grow. May every run and captured view, Be brightened by this midsummer Yule.