To Mr. Harrison, with a radio's embrace, Your voice of gold in the nighttime space. Merry Christmas, dear friend, bright the glow, On the night shift show, where the hours flow. Through the airwaves, your spirit shines, Each word a star in the sprawling pines. Solid as always, oh brother, we know, Together in sound, we let the magic grow. May yuletide warmth fill the night's quiet hum, And may every listener feel the love from which you come. Here's to the echoes that we'll unfold, Merry Christmas, Mr. Harrison—tonight, legends told.