Amid the seasonal hilarities
Lurks a yearning for the verities:
Some transcendent sign that tells
More than baubles, toys and bells.
Recall, by virtue of a child,
Humanity was reconciled;
For hope comes oft upon the wings
Of infants' promissory things.
Hence, when on this solstice whirls
A pair of winsome little girls,
We are seasonally blesses
Not once but twice within our nest.
By their enchanting, bright reality
We envision immortality.