Caught By Big Surprise
R-ise of the beacon begins,
O-n twentieth December;
S-hadows have disappeared,
A-s you get up from slumber.
L-et Monday night turn
I-nto a sunny Tuesday;
N-ew dawn has broken,
D-arkness fades
A-way.
A-llow the moon to go,
R-ays will warm your heart;
C-old chill has vanished,
E-ven haze and mist depart.
G-reet the morn with mirth, as you open both your eyes;
A-im to meet your birth, to be caught by big surprise.
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