In the soft glow of yuletide light, Lorraine finds joy, a wondrous sight; Her heart beats in rhythm with paws that prance, In winter's embrace, they gather and dance. Beneath the tree, where gifts abound, Her faithful companions, in love, surround. Their eyes, like stars, with pure delight, Guide her through a frosty night. For Lorraine, Christmas is a gentle bark, A wagging tail, a joyous spark. In canine company, warmth she finds, A festive bond that lovingly binds. In each snuggle and playful leap, Amidst the snow, as silence sweeps, She finds her Christmas, bright and grand, In the soft touch of a furry hand.