D-ecember twenty-fourth
E-rases the Friday shadow;
A-fter the night is gone, Saturday meets the meadow.
C-old chill and heavy rain
A-re both nowhere in sight;
S-un has begun to rise,
A-s he denies the twilight.
B-eautiful dawn has broken,
U-nderneath the blue lane;
E-arly beacon brings brightness,
N-ew light shines
A-gain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem