V-iew in the sky above
I-s brought by sunny Sunday;
D-ark Saturday has vanished,
A-s the dusk fades into gray.
M-ake eighteenth December
A-ble to bring pure delight;
R-ay in the blue lane
I-s colorful and bright.
S-hadows have disappeared
T-o let the beacon shine;
E-arly morn has broken,
L-ight is there which the heavens
A-ssign.
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