On the night before Christmas at Wyoma's old ranch, With a cast on her wrist, she watched the stars’ dance. Cows lowed to the rhythm of sheep grazing near, As Gram told her stories that all came to hear. Holly, with laughter as bright as the lights, Shared hugs like warm blankets on cold winter nights. The best teammate around, in games or in care, With Mark, ever valiant in the evening air. He watched o'er the fields with a hunter's keen eye, To guard and protect 'neath the vast, starlit sky. While Hagen, the fisherman till college calls, Drives his truck at dawn where the riverside yawls. And Macey, the dreamer, spins clay on her wheel, Shapes worlds in her hands with each turn and each feel. Her cosmos of soccer, stars on the green earth, A tapestry woven with joy and with mirth.