In a world of hustle, brisk and bright, PWC gathers on a December night. Left arched in meetings, right poised in delight, They pause for the glow of holiday light. The ledger’s closed, the audit tight, Left behind, the numbers dance out of sight. Right now, laughter and joy ignite, Embracing the warmth of Christmas, and all things right. Through festive halls where cheer takes flight, Left and right blur in the heart's pure light. In moments shared, they find their height, With PWC’s spirit, the season is bright.