With their hearts on the sleeve and a story to spin, They cut and pasted, night and day, making a world where the paper figures play, A holiday tale, a winter dream, stitched together in a magazine seam.

And the snow falls down in a paper town, where the shadows dance and the dreams abound, In the flicker of the screen, in the whisper of the scene, In the heart of the night, in the warmth of the light, they found their holiday crown.

Then came Adam, with her artist’s eye, painting stories in the winter sky, Together they wove a tapestry, of cutout dreams and holiday glee, The next year, with Chris’s pen, the story deepened once again, A writer with a magic touch, who gave their tales a heart so much.

And the snow falls down in a paper town, where the tales grow deep and the dreams are found, In the turn of a page, in the warmth of the stage, In the heart of the night, in the thrill of the light, their stories spun around.

Now four of them stand, with their hearts in hand, painting dreams in a paper land, Every year they bring to life, a cutout world free from strife, A collage of joy, a canvas so vast, in a holiday tale that’s meant to last.

Their masterpiece, a canvas of four, with every year, they dream up more, In the laughter and the cheer, in the magic they hold dear, They create and they weave, in the tales they believe, a holiday lore to adore.

And the snow falls down in a paper town, where dreams are real and smiles don’t frown, In the dance of the light, in the joy of the night, They’ve found their place, in the holiday space, wearing their art like a crown.

In the flicker of the screen, where the paper dreams are seen, In the heart of the town, where the snow settles down, They’ll keep spinning their tales, in the holiday gales, Forever in their paper town, forever wearing their crown.