On December's eve in twenty-twenty-five, Bill embraces seventy, a vibrant hive. In plaid he stands, the years a graceful thread, An ageless dance that he is bravely led. Chanel, with pen in hand, her stories flow, New author in the world, her words aglow. Her tales in ink, a future yet unknown, A tapestry of dreams she now has sown. A baby's cry, sweet Gabriel is here, Karen's great nephew, a life beginning clear. With tiny hands, he grasps the world so wide, A shining hope for all who stand beside. In these small moments, lives intertwine, In plaid, in prose, in newborn eyes that shine. The milestones weave a pattern, bold and true, An ode to life in all we say and do.