As My Warm Wish Is Here Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

C-herish the morning sun,
R-ising up from deep slumber;
I-t brings a million mirth,
S-unday eleventh December.
T-he early morning sun
I-s moving above the horizon;
N-ew dawn has broken,
A-iming to meet the beacon.

B-right lights and red rays
A-re shining in the blue sky;
L-etting the crimson ascend
U-ntil it radiantly soars high.
T-wilight and dusk are gone, dark shadows disappear;
E-vening chill has faded, as my warm wish is here.