A Father Built in December

Cold night, December wind. Christmas is just around the bend. Hands still rub

from the grind I'm in. Clocked out late, lights hanging low. Then you showed

up, kid, and stole the show. I poured concrete,

I framed up walls, but nothing hits like your first call.

Kairo, my boy, you showed up strong on a late

December night. Kairo, my joy, brand new life the day you

were born. I've built a lot with sweat and steel, but you're the

first thing that feels this real. I've chased paychecks, worked overtime, measured days in