D-ecember twenty-fifth morn
A-ims to meet the dawn;
I-t's a beautiful sunrise,
S-weet Sunday stops the
Y-awn.
T-wilight is already gone,
A-s the dusk does the same;
P-ouring rain disappears,
D-aybreak sees the flame.
A-llow the beacon to shine,
S-aturday night passes by;
A-ccept the cheerful colors,
N-ice rainbow in the sky.
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