Let Not The Warm Rays End

V-ile weather on Monday H-as turned into a fine clime; A-nother birth is remembered, N-ew dawn is so sublime. J-ust let Sunday shadow pass, I-n twenty-sixth December; E-arly morn has broken, L-etting you rise up from slumber. G-ray clouds above turn white, A-s the raindrops disappear; T-he red beacon in the sky C-omforts you with cheer. H-aze, mist, and thick fog A-re nowhere to be found; L-ight from the crimson sun I-s turning things around. A-llow the breeze to bring a soft and gentle wind; N-ever let it become violent, nor let the warm rays end.