When winter's trials weigh upon the heart 
your strength becomes the pillar of our cheer.
With gentle hands you shape a work of art
and crown with grace this cold and burdened year. 
Your love ignites the hearth with tender flame,
while creativity adorns the night.
Each ornament reflects your cherished name,
and turns the darkest hour to pure delight. 
No lavish halls nor riches could bestow 
the joy that springs from all you dream and do.
You teach the silent season how to glow 
with hope that blooms because of only you. 
     So let this truth resound both far and near: 
     Annie, you are the soul of Christmas, dear.