On Christmas Eve in Wyoma, silence sings, Pastures calm, where cows and sheep lay still, By glowing hearth, old stories love-bright rings. Gram recounts with Holly, laughter it brings, Her heart softens despite the winter's chill, On Christmas Eve in Wyoma, silence sings. Mark stands watch, where night like shadow clings, With gentle care, he guards the ranch with skill, By glowing hearth, old stories love-bright rings. The stars above, as Macey's cosmos swings, Her potter's wheel a universe to fill, On Christmas Eve in Wyoma, silence sings. Hagen dreams of trucks, and fish-hook swings, His future weaving patterns by sheer will, By glowing hearth, old stories love-bright rings. Together they embrace what Christmas brings, Teammates bound by warmth and winter’s thrill, On Christmas Eve in Wyoma, silence sings, By glowing hearth, old stories love-bright rings.