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.