by Andrew Troy Keller
My name is Helena Wayne
And I have been in considerable pain.
It always happens year after year
Especially this time of year.
Ah, Christmas in the Manor Wayne.
My mother, Selina Kyle Wayne
Would put golden glitter on the window pane.
My father, Bruce Wayne would be
Putting the angel on the top of the tree.
But this year, it is not the same.
Christmastime with my mom and dad
Were the happiest moments I’ve ever had.
So even though I’m supposed to go on with my life,
I would gladly give up my second life
To again spend Christmas with Mom and Dad.
Our butler, Alfred Beagle, is a godsend.
One December day, he had called someone to spend
Christmas with me, Bruce Wayne’s little girl.
Her name was Karen Starr, alias Power Girl,
A software designer with some time to spend.
We were decorating a tree, which was such a chore.
And then there was a knock at the door.
I opened it and was surprised
By the sight that was before my eyes:
My friends with Christmas gifts galore.
A new cape for Superman,
A new lasso for Wonder Woman,
A new shirt for the Flash
And maybe a little pocket cash
For the Hourman.
Then after we each poured eggnog in a glass,
I had raised my glass
And said, “I would like to propose a toast
To the best friends on the whole East Coast!”
And we drank eggnog as our repast.
And then we turned to see
The lights light up on the tree.
It was such a beautiful sight
On such a joyous night.
Ah, the lighting of the Wayne Christmas tree.
On that day,
I found out something in a big way.
You’ll never be alone in any way,
Not even on Christmas Day.