R-ise of the beacon begins,
O-n twenty-fourth December;
S-aturday sky is orange,
E-arly dawn is a stunner.
M-orning sun has come,
A-iming to shine and ascend;
R-ed ray from up above
I-s letting the twilight
E-nd.
S-hadows of Friday night
A-re fading into the blue;
D-aybreak on your birth
I-s truly beautiful
A-new.
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