Chirstmas Boy (CB) CImmino (2009 - 2025)

In Loving Memory of Christmas Boy Cimmino

November 2009 – April 2025

"Some angels choose fur instead of wings."

Christmas Boy — or CB, as we called him — came into our lives one quiet December in Perth. A small soul wrapped in fur, he carried a heart big enough to comfort and connect us all. Though I had the joy of babysitting him, CB truly belonged to two very special people: his mummy, June, and his daddy, my late Italian papa, Fred.

Fred adored CB, and CB returned that love in the purest way — through quiet companionship, unwavering loyalty and gentle mischief that made their home more homey. Their bond was something beautiful, something quietly profound.

After Fred passed, CB remained as a gentle thread between memory and presence — a living reminder that love never truly leaves us. In his calm way, he watched over June, and in his eyes, I saw echoes of Fred’s spirit — warm, wise and always close.

CB lived a full fifteen years, ageing gracefully and never demanding more than your time and your heart. His passing feels like the closing of a cherished chapter — one that began with an unforgettable Christmas and leaves behind a legacy of warmth, laughter and love.

Run free now, sweet CB. Fred will be waiting.

Thank you for being part of our story. 

You were — and always will be — so very loved.

A Poem for Christmas Boy

For Christmas Boy

November 2009 – April 2025

You came one quiet Perth December,

A fur-wrapped gift we all remember.

With eyes that knew, with paws so light,

You filled our days and hearts with light.

Not truly mine, yet part of me,

You lived with love and dignity.

June was your world, and Fred your star,

A bond so deep, it reached afar.

In silent steps, you walked through years,

Through laughter shared and quiet tears.

When Fred moved on, you stayed behind,

A thread of love that gently twined.

You watched, you waited, always near,

A guardian soul who sensed the fear.

And in your gaze, Fred’s warmth remained,

A spirit soft, a love unchained.

Fifteen sweet years, you gave your all,

From kitten days to age's call.

And now you rest, your journey done,

Into the arms of Fred you run.

So run, dear CB, fields wide and bright,

Chasing stars and dreams at night.

You were our joy, our silent song —

In hearts and memory, you belong.