Hi Readers. Today I will be sharing some Christmas related poetry. I don’t usually read poems because most confuse me a bit. I do like the idea of getting into poems though. I picked out seven poems that caught my attention. If you interested in reading more please see the link below. For now, enjoy reading and see you next time.
1. My Dad Would Like To Be Santa by Graham Craven
His belly’s getting bigger,
And his hair is turning white.
His eyes shine and sparkle
Like the stars on Christmas night.
He couldn’t fit down chimneys
When he can just fit through a door.
One mince pie would never do
He’d only ask for more.
He likes a nip of brandy;
It sets his cheeks aglow.
When he forgets the words to carols,
He just shouts Ho, Ho, Ho.
He hasn’t got a reindeer
That runs silently through space,
But his car is Eco Friendly
And could beat Rudolph in a race.
He can’t afford a new red suit
With boots and matching belt,
But his smile is warmer than the sun
That can make the snow tops melt.
My dad would like to be Santa
And fill the world with glee,
So until they advertise the job,
He’ll give all his love to me.
2. From Us To You by Dusty. Kallembach
It’s Christmas time,
And I wish you well.
May the Lord bless you
With the best of health.
I hope the stockings are hung
And you’re filled with wonder.
There are so many surprises
For you to ponder.
May your children be merry
When Santa brings toys.
Some for the girls
And some for the boys.
I pray you have food
And plenty to eat:
Turkey and gravy
And lots of sweets.
I hope your family’s there,
Friends and neighbors, too.
So merry Christmas
From all of us to all of you.
3. O Christmas Tree by Cynthia C. Naspinski
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
You truly are a beauty.
I used to love to put you up,
Now it’s a dreaded duty.
Lugging you out from storage
Gets more strenuous each year,
And assembling all your branchy parts
Does not fill me with cheer.
Then each and every little stem
I tediously unflatten.
Your artificial symmetry,
Next challenge is your tree lights,
Which I always have to wrangle.
No matter how I’ve coiled them,
They unwind in a tangle.
A few choice words escape me
As I clear the final knot,
Then turn to find the other end
Has formed another clot.
I string them from your branches,
Draping with the greatest care,
To find that I’ve run out of lights,
Your bottom third still bare.
After some more botched attempts
They’re artfully arranged.
Your lights are nice and even
Though I’m feeling quite deranged.
These days the decorating
Doesn’t hold the same appeal.
Now that the kids are all grown up,
It’s left for me to deal.
I miss the days when they were young,
We’d trim your boughs together.
With Christmas carols playing,
They are memories I treasure.
Your ornaments now look just right
From every viewing angle,
But at your back against the wall,
The not so nice ones dangle.
At long last the job is done.
It’s taken me all day;
Too worn out to appreciate
Your beautiful display.
On Christmas Day you play your part,
All twinkling in resplendence,
With family all gathered round
And opening their presents.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
A sight extraordinary;
Must steel myself to pack you up,
It’s almost February!
4. The True Spirit of Christmas by Ina G. Roberts
A long time ago, down Bethlehem way,
A star shown in the night sky as bright as the day.
The shepherds were watching their flocks with care
When a host of angels appeared in the air,
Proclaiming the son of God had been born
To deliver our souls on that cold Christmas morn.
You will find him wrapped in swaddling clothes,
Lying in a manger while the cattle lows.
A few short decades later, he died on a cross.
Without his sacrifice, we would all be lost.
So as you’re running around, buying gifts and treats
To have a big party when your family meets,
Stop and remember why we celebrate this day,
It’s not about gifts and food and games to play.
I think of that; we all have enough.
When you think about it, it’s all just stuff.
The gift of love is what Jesus gave,
And salvation the day he arose from the grave.
To love each other is all that he asks.
I know that at times that can be a big task.
Just humble yourself and look all around.
I think what you find will be profound.
There are many who can only afford the gift of love.
No presents, no tree with a star up above.
Look into your life, and you will find you are blessed
By many who love you; that gift is the best.
So when it comes time to bless your meal,
Ask for your family to be blessed as well.
Not with gifts or money or material stuff,
but that love and tolerance will be enough.
Remember the loved ones who cannot be there,
But rejoice they’re in heaven and not suffering here.
And when you see someone who is down and out,
Don’t put them down or have any doubt.
Just do what you think Jesus would do.
Give what you can to help them get through.
If they misuse it, that’s between them and God.
In Jesus’ eyes you have done your job.
God bless you and enjoy your family Christmas day,
May peace, love, and happiness come your way.
5. Greatest Gifts by John P. Read
It’s not all about presents
Laying under the tree.
Trinkets made of gold
Mean nothing to me.
It’s not all about money.
What joy can it bring?
It’s being wanted and loved,
Not material things.
Possessions can’t hug you
Or give you a kiss.
Christmas with loved ones
Is what I miss.
Christmas presents are just temporary.
Their joy is short lived.
Only love and loved ones
Are the greatest of gifts.
6. ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas by Clement Clarke Moore
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blixen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too–
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes–how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight–
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
7. My Wish For This Christmas by Jamie A. Cirello
Christmas is a happy time for friends and family,
The children are excited as they unwrap presents around the tree.
Carols are sung and lights twinkle in the night.
Jack Frost glistens on the windows, and the snow sparkles from the winter moonlight.
Christmas is such a joyous time to appreciate the ones we love.
This Christmas I want to send wishes to those we lost up above.
To some, Christmas is not the same because a loved one passed away,
And the grief is overwhelming each and every day.
When the holidays approach, we miss them even more,
Traditions never feel the same, and memories are all we have left to adore.
We will always remember their name and never forget their faces,
And as long as we keep them in our hearts, they can never be erased.
So this Christmas, my wish is for everyone who is feeling a little blue
To find some peace, joy, and comfort with everything you do.
Christmas isn’t just a season; it’s a feeling, and the magic never ends.
One of its greatest gifts is to cherish family and friends.
Merry Christmas to all our special angels up above.
Merry Christmas to you all. I send you all my love.
I hope you enjoyed those seven Christmas poems.
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