D-ecember twenty-seventh morn
A-ims to gladden the blue;
I-t's a beautiful birthday,
S-ad situations depart from
Y-ou.
A-llow the Tuesday to come,
D-awn is about to break;
R-ise of the sun begins,
I-t takes away the heartache.
A-s you start to celebrate,
N-ight chill and rain disappear;
O-pen your arms to receive a hug from your peer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem