Franco Nube 
No mouth left thirsty, each mug full of beer,
Cousins small and cute, skittling all about
Our last Christmas with you, mem’ry held dear,
A joyous day, our giggles bursting out.
But your name, the heavens soon called upon,
God sent his angels, to travel with you.
They brought you angel wings, which you must don,
For you were a kind soul, with a heart that’s true.
As Christmas marches close, gloom rests within,
For you’re no longer here, unlike before.
Though hard, and we know not where to begin,
Christmas will be felt, and we’ll smile once more.
In our hearts, you’ll live for eternity,
For always, we will light your fav’rite tree.
