Thursday, December 24, 2020

Poetry: Christmas Night

Christmas Night

Cold snow won’t whisper the joy it knows
But rather shows the sparkle of its heart
The frigid wind comes
Naked and raging with jealousy
He screams at the evergreens
Rips off their ermine finery
Then leaves to sulk
Ashamed to be the slave of winter,
Then joyous heaven’s sunlight
Twice reflected by moon and snow
Softens nighttime cold
Biding us to walk abroad
Each bearing our inner light
Of Christ

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Phil Fitzpatrick is the author of Onchiota Remembered which is available on and at retail outlets in and around Saranac Lake. He has also self-published his collected Poems, Musings Inwords, available on The Phil spends most of the months of May through October in what he describes as the downtown, metropolitan center of Onchiota. He and his wife, Briggs Larkin, winter in Rhode Island. For more information about this writer see:


8 Responses

  1. Judy fitzpatrick says:

    A surprising take on Christmas Night. Lasting imagery. I could feel the outdoors, so a powerful ending returning to the inner source of light.

  2. Ed Zahniser says:

    Dear Mr. Fitzpatrick, Thanks for sharing your poem. Love those opening two lines.
    May we all have a virus-free and poetically charged Holiday and New Year.

  3. Richard says:

    25DEC2020. +60F at 07:00am. Call it what you will, but Plattsburgh NY ain’t Onchiota!

    • Phil Fitzpatrick says:

      Richard, it’s warm, wet and windy all over the Northeast. Somehow that seems just right for this crazy year.

      Best wishes,


  4. Gary says:

    So nice, Phil. Merry Christmas!