P-ouring rain and cold chill
L-eave the event on Saturday;
A-llowing the sun to come,
R-ising toward the skyway.
I-n twenty-fourth December,
D-arkness turns into a beacon;
E-vening shadows disappear,
L-eaving the ray above the horizon.
F-riday fog and haze fade,
E-arly light brightens your birth;
D-awn has just broken,
E-ver fresh morn causes mirth.
R-eceiving not the gift
I-s making a big mistake;
C-elebrate the occasion,
O-pen the box of cake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem