S ilent night, cold night, frozen the drapes,
I n fog's advent, beryl chrome, winter's finger grips
L ivid network of view-less ether. Laser body
E ncapsulate chill, reproduce serenity, an energetic memory
N ow on shepherds' muse. Brew widened gaze,
T ug at ciliary components to drive in your daze.
N ight of delight, dabble upon us staggering shafts of bliss
I n this way we are Oliver Twist, expectant eyes
G row quivering wits, drawn bar chart, statistician's story
H istory and bleakness of inequality. But you O Night beeps
T actfully-toy cat, serene not to wake darkly, dawn that sleeps.
For Francine Roberts 'Holiday Acrostic Contest'