You are the strength that built my spine,
The steady hand, the guiding line.
Through silent nods and quiet care,
I’ve always felt your presence there.

Your lessons shaped the life I’ve led,
Your words still echo in my head.
Though time may change the paths we tread,
You’ll always be my hero, Dad.

They call me villain, yet here I stand,
No bloodied blade, no cruel hand.
I see your pain, I hear your cries,
In every word, a truth disguised.

One day, perhaps, you'll wear this name,
And feel the burn, and know the shame.
For villains aren't born in shadow's hue—
They're just the broken parts of you.

Beneath the city's glowing spire,
A Christmas tree, a heart’s desire.
Its branches stretch, both near and far,
To hold the dreams of who we are.

I gaze ahead, the season's call,
For family ties, for one and all.
A time to heal, to bridge the gaps,
To mend the wounds of life's collapse.

Our health, our hope, a shared refrain,
Through remedies that soothe the pain.
Traditions old, yet ever wise,
A gift to help new strength arise.

Together here, a spark ignites,
To work, to strive, to set things right.
For parents, children, lives entwined,
A culture's roots, its soul defined.

Beneath this tree, we stand as one,
Our battles fought, our victories won.
The city shines, the stars align,
A brighter world, a hope divine.

Say you'll remember, my love, my dear,
Through every moment, far or near.
Kiss me softly when you go,
Like a breeze that whispers low.

Kiss me sweetly when you're back,
Under stars in the velvet black.
Let your lips tell stories true,
Of the love that binds me to you.

Love me till the morning light,
Hold me close through the fading night.
Hearts in rhythm, two souls align,
Forever yours, forever mine.

Shimmy curls in her favorite place,
By the warmth of the fire’s gentle grace.
Her calico fur, so soft and bright,
Reflects in the flicker of the firelight.

With eyes half-closed, she dreams away,
In a world where she chases and playfully sways.
Her tiny paws twitch as she slumbers deep,
In the comfort of a peaceful sleep.

The hearth glows warmly, the night is still,
As Shimmy rests, so calm and tranquil.
A queen of the house, in her cozy domain,
Beside the flames, she’ll always remain.

I want to be a cat, so sleek and sly, 
but Mom says, "You're already one, my oh my!" 
"Mom, I'm Catholic, that’s not what I mean, 
I meant a feline, all fluffy and keen!"

But she just laughs, says, "Don’t be so daft, 
You’re purr-fect as you are, no need for that craft!" 
Still, I dream of whiskers, a tail, and a hat, 
But I guess for now, I’ll stay where I’m at!