Karen, Maggie, Natalie, and Brittni grande, Gather 'round in yuletide's gentle embrace, Their hearts a chorus, their spirit unplanned, Water flows freely, a crystalline grace. In moonlit stillness, they fill up the lake, Stars dance on ripples, each droplet aglow, A ritual shared for tradition's sake, Where laughter flows like the rivers below. With buckets in hand, they drench verdant pine, Glistening garlands, their fragrant perfume, Lights shimmer brightly, a festive design, In water, their blessings of Christmas resume. So let the water of friendship run deep, Beneath icy starlight where echoes keep.