Christmas Eve
"Christmas Eve" by Ella Higginson paints a fleeting winter sunset in jewel-bright colours — crimson, purple, opal — as the sun sinks into the sea. The poem's beauty turns bittersweet in its closing lines, where the speaker confronts the sun directly, acknowledging that however gloriously it rises again at dawn, it can never restore the Christmas that has already slipped away. Loss and longing pulse beneath the luminous imagery.
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