J-oyful first morn is in sight,
A-s the final night draws near;
I-t's December twentieth,
V-iew the dawn of new year.
I-n the very first morn, after December thirty-first;
E-leven days to go, the deep silence will burst.
C-heerful fireworks display
A-ims to make the dark sky bright;
R-ising sun comes up later
A-s first morn is in
S-ight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a fabulous poem Thanks for sharing. 10