H-ow can I make you smile,
E-rasing the tears in your eyes;
L-et me make an acrostic,
E-very written word is
N-ice.
D-ay second December,
A-llow me to send a rhyme;
T-o let your mind think
O-f the birth so sublime.
O-de that soothes your soul suits this new style;
N-ow, tell me what to do, how can I make you smile.
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