Time is too slow for those who wait.
Time is too fast for those who hurry.
Time is too long for those who grieve.
Time is too short for those who rejoice.
For those who love, time does not exist.
Through halls of healing where your labor flows,
A nurse's touch that mends both flesh and soul,
In giving strength, your spirit brightly glows,
A light of Christmas making others whole.
Amidst the carols sung in frosty air,
His laughter rises, brightening the cold.
With every act of kindness, sweet and rare,
He weaves a story worth its weight in gold.
As snowflakes dance and carols softly play,
The warmth she brings outshines the frosty air.
Her tea shop blooms where memories will stay,
A haven built with Cheng, a love so rare.