D-ecember eighteenth morn
A-ims to meet the dawn;
I-t's a beautiful Sunday,
S-unrise stops the
Y-awn.
L-et Saturday night pass,
A-s the shadows vanish;
B-eacon is coming up,
R-ain and chill diminish.
A-llow the day to break,
D-on't let it stay with the night;
O-bliterate the darkness,
R-egain the lost delight.
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