S-unday night passes by,
A-s the morn starts to break;
M-onday warms your heart
A-fter it takes away the ache.
N-ineteenth day December,
T-hink about your birth;
H-aze and mist disappear,
A-s they're replaced by mirth.
E-vening chill has faded,
V-iolet sky turns into blue;
O-range lane is amazing,
R-ed is painted
A-new.
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