Ode to Derek

Ode to DVC Derek,

Rising above the Florida palms in stride,
Tall as a monorail gliding with pride,
Walks Derek, dealer of dreams by the sea,
Selling DVC with contagious glee.

Not merely contracts or points to convey,
But memories waiting at end of day—
Fireworks bursting over castle light,
Families laughing deep into the night.

A former cast member, seasoned and wise,
Still carrying pixie dust in his eyes.
He knows every pathway, parade, and song,
And somehow makes strangers feel they belong.

For thirty long years beside Annie he stands,
A partnership built not on castles, but hands—
Steady through seasons, through triumph and test,
A marriage enduring, devoted, and blessed.

A father whose humor can brighten a room,
Turning hard moments away from their gloom.
Quick with a joke, with timing refined,
The sort of rare wit people hope they might find.

Florida sun may bronze ocean and shore,
But Derek brings warmth that outshines even more.
A man built of laughter, of loyalty too,
Of Disney-born wonder that somehow stayed true.

So here’s to Derek, whose story reveals
That magic is more than a kingdom or deals.
It lives in devotion, in family, in cheer—
And all who have known him are richer for near.

(written with assistance from ChatGPT) 😆😆