Christmas Poems


Merry Christmas Poems 2018





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Christmas Poems 2018:

Merry Christmas!
Isn’t it fun
To say “Merry Christmas”
To everyone?

Time for a party
And presents and things
That makes children happy
And give their hearts wings!

Frosty days and ice-still nights,
Fir trees trimmed with tiny lights,
A sound of sleigh bells in the snow,
That was Christmas long ago.

Tykes on sleds and shouts of glee,
Icy-window filigree,
Sugarplums and candle glow,
Part of Christmas long ago.

Footsteps stealthy on the stair,
Sweet-voiced carols in the air,
Stocking hanging in a row,
Tell of Christmas long ago.

Starry nights so still and blue,
Good friends calling out to you,
Life, so fact, will always slow…
For dreams of Christmas long ago.

Christmas is more than a day in December
It’s all of those things that we love to remember
It’s carolers singing familiar refrains
Bright colored stockings and shiny toy trains
Streamers of tinsel and glass satin balls
A laughter that rings through the house and its halls
Christmas is more than a day in December
Its the magic and the love
That we’ll always remember

Poinsettia smiles in winter.
People know Christmas is nearer.
Yellow pistil with red leaves appear
In all greeting cards every year.

A good time is coming, I wish it were here,
The very best time in the whole of the year;
I’m counting each day on my fingers and thumbs
the weeks that must pass before Santa Claus comes.

Then when the first snowflakes begin to come down,
And the wind whistles sharp and the branches are brown,
I’ll not mind the cold, though my fingers it numbs,
For it brings the time nearer when Santa Claus comes.






Cookies baking in the kitchen-
The smell floats through the air;
Mom is making Christmas
with her usual merry flair The house she gaily decorated,
Each gift she stitched with love,
And we’ll gather around the Christmas tree
for an evening of old-fashioned fun This evening she’ll sing a carol for us
With her angel’s voice.
Yes, Mom is making Christmas-
A true reason to rejoice.

I’d like a stocking made for a giant,
And a meeting house full of toys,
Then I’d go out on a happy hunt
For the poor little girls and boys;

Up the street and down the street,
And across and over the town,
I’d search and find them every one,
Before the sun went down.

Somewhere across the winter world tonight
You will be hearing chimes that fill the air;
Christmas extends its all-enfolding light
Across the distance…something we can share.

You will be singing, just the same as I,
These familiar songs we know so well,
And you will see these same stars in your sky
And wish upon that brightest one that fell.

I shall remember you and trim my tree,
One shining star on the topmost bough;
I will hang wreaths of faith that all may see —
Tonight I glimpse beyond the hear and now.

And all the time that we must be apart
I keep a candle in my heart.

Bright Christmas stars shine on high,
Golden stars in the wintry sky;
Christmas candles in windows bright
Send s greeting into the night;

While in our hearts the Christmas flame,
Glows with a love like his who came,
The infant Christ of lowly birth,
To bring goodwill and peace to the earth.

There’s More to Christmas…
There’s more, much more to Christmas
Than candlelight and cheer;
It’s the spirit of sweet friendship
That brightens all the year;
It’s thoughtfulness and kindness,
It’s hope reborn again,
For peace, for understanding
And for goodwill to men!






Christmas is forgiving
And for showing that we care,
For honoring the Christ Child
With the loving gifts, we share.

The wise men gave of riches;
The shepherds, faith, and love.
Each gift, in its own measure,
Was smiled on from above.

Let every gift be treasured;
Not always size or price
Determines the extent of love
And willing sacrifice Handsome gifts with festive trim
Bring smiles of sweet content,
But modest gifts of humble means
are ofttimes heaven sent.

Whether it be large or small,
Each gift will share in part
The message of true Christmas joy
If given from the heart!

Blowing through the snow-topped trees,
Whispers the chilly new winter breeze,
The town will soon be frosty cold,
And all the Christmas trees be sold,
Mistletoe will hang throughout the frown,
With not a single penguin wearing a frown
Because if you are out to have some Christmas Fun,
There’s no place better than Club Penguin

Merry Christmas to my love!
Enjoy the holiday!
Revel where the angels move,
Rejoice in what they say!
Years burn life down to a stub;
Christmas comes and goes.
Happiness lies at the nub,
Refuse of one’s woes.
Inside the husk, there is the seed,
Shivering with glory;
The midnight cold, the dire need,
A mere setting for the story.
All the labor, loss, and pain
Sings of beauty born again.

One little star on the top of the tree,
Two little presents underneath for me,
Three silver ropes twisted around the tree,
Four colored lights shining prettily,
Five shining balls flowing silvery.
Oh, what a sight for us to see!

Our Christmas wreaths are fat and round,
Made of the woodsy things we found.
We tied brown cones upon the green,
And stuck red berries in between.
Upon the wreath on our front door,
We tied red ribbon from the store.





Christmas Poems for Kids 2018

Two merry blue eyes
A very little nose
A long snowy beard
And cheeks like a rose
Around chubby man
A big bulging pack
Hurrah for Old Santa
We’re glad he’s come back!

I’ve been waiting for Christmas,
And it’s almost here.
I’ve been waiting for Christmas,
Santa’s getting near.

Can’t you hear the sleigh bells ringing?
Reindeer up so high.
Can’t you hear the children singing,
As they watch the sky?

Young Mary the Mother
Gazed fondly at Him,
And softly fingered
The manger’s rim.

St. Joseph sat musing
On a bundle of hay,
The shepherds played sweetly
A bagpipe lay.

The angels stood smiling
In heaven’s joy
And humbly adoring
The infant Christ-boy.

The ox and the donkey
Forgot the fresh straw
And knelt down in wonder
At what they saw.

The walls were shining
Like molten gold,
The winds sang gaily
Around the fold.

And gleaming silver
Strewed every star,
And sang a star greeting
From heaven afar.

Sitting under the mistletoe
One last candle burning low,
All the sleepy dancers are gone,
Just one candle burning on,
Shadows lurking everywhere:
Someone came and kissed me there.

Tired I was; my head would go
Nodding under the mistletoe
No footsteps came, no voice, but only,
Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,
Stooped in the still and shadowy air
Lips unseen – and kissed me there.

Most people love to eat,
That’s everyone’s weakness
Especially on holidays,
There’s a lot of sweets But after a holiday,
We face this figure problem
Had bulky sides and huge belly
So the main goal now is to be SEXY!






Once upon a time,
I made a wish while holding a dime,
“I wish Santa come here on Christmas
Put something special on my socks”.

So every night,
I watch out for Santa,
Waiting for a huge guy
with a huge belly to show up.

Then one night, my wish came true.
I saw someone huge near on my socks,
Putting something there,
I was shocked it was my DAD!

Christmas is here!
Let’s celebrate with cheer,
I will coz I’m happy,
I’ll get the gifts that make me merry.

Oh my friends, be my Santa,
Just like my Mama and Papa.
Gifts and cash are so much welcome,
That would surely bring me so much fun

Christmas ruins all my efforts around the house,
And after months of workouts and celery sticks,
Christmas comes and suddenly I can’t limit my pick,
Even though I know I’ll need to get a larger blouse.

So I decided to write to the Santa again,
Asking why he let all the holidays go to my waist,
Post-Christmas does not have such a great taste,
Every last bit of food that I like must be banished.


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