Pleasure To Your Birth Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

M-orning rays from the sun
A-re brought to the day;
R-ise of the early beacon
I-s taking the night away.
V-iew in the sky above
I-s painted with blue lane;
C-old chill has disappeared, together with the rain.

C-herish the break of dawn,
A-fter the lonely evening;
N-ever will it make you cry
A-llowing the birds to sing.
L-et your heart feel the thrill,
E-xcitement, fun, and mirth;
S-econd sunny December brings pleasure to your birth.