A Collection of Christmas Poems…

Christmas Imagined

It is the spirit, it is love and care
That joy of Christmas we can share

For a moment a world perfect
Free from discord and defect

Placed in winter clarity of white
Snow as a blanket of beauty right

Colored lights, gifts, decorations red and green
Borrowed from ancients, this spirit of evergreen

A perfect setting for redeeming ourselves
For believing in each other and Santa’s elves

For knowing Angel’s get their wings
When hearts sing and the bell rings

And a child’s birth allows the world to cope
As the child in us smiles with wonder and hope

Everyone regardless of their belief can openly share
Our Christmas miracle, by opening hearts of loving care


Christmas Throughout the Year

I know a happy soul that always whistles a Christmas tune
He whistles just as happily regardless if its December or June

For him Christmas joy is not for a certain time of year
Rather it is an everyday spirit through his whistle we hear

If only Christmas was all the time
Then love and peace would forever shine

It’s not the decorations, the presents under the tree
But our time with friends and family we love to see

If only Christmas was all throughout the year
Then children would never know a single tear

It’s not the stores, the elves and Santa we need
We need the joy and spirit of God’s grace indeed

If only Christmas’ perfect meaning was clear
In our hearts, it must live throughout the year

And if you get a chance, especially in June
I hope you’ll whistle your own joyous Christmas tune!


Christmas Over the Years

Excited I stand there at seven
Tree, lights, toys, it must be heaven

Smiles of wonderment and joy
Anxious to play with a new toy

Soon it’s Christmas morning again
Anxious at twenty-five this man

Will the girls enjoy and be pleased?
Will my wife’s gift be well received?

Waffle maker surprise was not a hit
But the girls brought out smiles, every bit

Then soon its grand-babies Christmas time
Happy faces and smiles, I love this time

I’ll make breakfast and smile, knowing
At fifty-five my gifts are no longer blowing

And Grandma makes sure all is joyous and fine
Maybe, just maybe I’ll make waffles this time!


Christmas Morning

Christmas morning quiet and slow
The clock ticks softly on the mantel
Santa’s work in stockings hang just below

In this hour of quiet solitude of thought
About meanings of His promised peace
So more important than gifts we bought

In a world of turmoil, strife and pain
He was born to bring us joy and peace
It’s time we seek His miracle once again

Be like children in heart, faith and yearn
He taught with a smile not so long ago
See in children’s smiles today and let us learn

I hope to be like a child and see
A world with faith in message of peace
And know how beautiful this world can be


Christmas Beautiful

Christmas tree is up, decorated sparkle and bright
It cops a lean to the left, but shh it’s still beautiful

Decorations everywhere red, green and bright
The third light from left is out, shh it’s still beautiful

Its just turning dark outside, lights timed for night bright
Porch timer ugh, let’s synchronize our times for beautiful

Ready for church dressed nice, everyone looks so right
My tie is not great, but I’ll fix it late, so I too seem beautiful

Presents and gifts, wrapping paper and bows make season bright
Now a mess of paper, boxes, children and child-like smiling faces beautiful

Dinner finally served, everyone helped to make this spread so right
All in joy and happiness, a toast or two or three, and all is beautiful

Evening, quiet seasons music, another toast under tree alight
It leans a little left, and so do I, as we match its Christmas beautiful


From Christmas Eve 1822… a wonderful poem

A Visit from St. Nicholas

‘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, Donner and Blitzen!
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!”

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