Poet: Julie Hebert, ©2015
Today is but a holiday,
The best one I do think.
Hang the decor and bake the food,
It's time to celebrate.
My favourite thing about this is,
All the family and friends.
Conversation feels like a vacation,
Get it all in before it ends.
Today is my favourite thing,
A holiday to enjoy.
Crafts and baking and decorating,
So many wonderful joys.
The best thing about this holiday,
Besides all those wonderful things.
I get to spend every minute with you,
While we talk, dance and even sing.
Poems About Vacation
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
In every month, a holiday awaits,
Bringing joy and cheer, no time to hesitate.
In January, New Year's starts the year anew,
With hopes and dreams, oh, so true.
February brings sweet Valentine's Day,
Love in the air, in a special way.
March brings shamrocks, St. Patrick's Day,
Luck of the Irish, let's dance and sway.
April brings Easter, with bunnies and eggs,
Celebrating new life, with joy that begs.
May is for mothers, their special day,
Thanking them for love in every way.
June arrives, and it's time for dads,
Fathers are honored, making us glad.
July and August, the vacation begins,
Sunny days and fun, where adventure begins.
September brings joy to grandparents dear,
Their love and wisdom, always near.
October comes with Halloween's delight,
Ghosts and goblins, giving us a fright.
November arrives, Thanksgiving is here,
Grateful for blessings, sharing love and cheer.
December brings Christmas, a magical time,
With gifts and carols, oh, so sublime.
So enjoy the holidays, with family and friends,
Creating memories that never end.
Celebrate together, with love so grand,
In each holiday, let's all join hand in hand.
Month Poems
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Gathered 'round the table, our hearts so full,
Every face is touched by holiday's pull.
Thanksgiving brings us together, that is clear,
As kinship and love whisper in each ear.
Laughter fills the air with joy untold,
A celebration of gratitude unfolds.
In this moment, we cherish one and all,
Thanksgiving's embrace, a true holiday ball.
Thanksgiving Poems
Poet: Edgar A. Guest
A year is filled with glad events:
The best is Christmas day,
But every holiday presents
Its special round of play,
And looking back on boyhood now
And all the charms it knew,
One day, above the rest, somehow,
Seems brightest in review.
That day was finest, I believe;
Though many grown-ups scoff,
When mother said that we could leave
Our shoes and stockings off.
Through all the pleasant days of spring
We begged to know once more
The joy of barefoot wandering
And quit the shoes we wore;
But always mother shook her head
And answered with a smile:
"It is too soon, too soon," she said.
"Wait just a little while."
Then came that glorious day at last
When mother let us know
That fear of taking cold was past
And we could barefoot go.
Though Christmas day meant much to me,
And eagerly I'd try
The first boy on the street to be
The Fourth day of July,
I think: the summit of my joy
Was reached that happy day
Each year, when, as a barefoot boy,
I hastened out to play.
Could I return to childhood fair,
That day I think I'd choose
When mother said I needn't wear
My stockings and my shoes.
Christmas Poems Â
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
The holidays come around each year,
A time when families gather near.
It's a special time to bond and be,
Enjoying peace and harmony.
Holidays are full of joy and cheer,
As we look forward to them every year.
We take time away from our routines
A time to think of how much family means.
Poems About Family
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
A vacation is a holiday
One in which to relax
A break from the routine of everyday
With no work setbacks.
Our holidays we look forward to
We count down to the day
Working all year, this vacation is due
We can't wait for work to go away.
So enjoy your holidays as they often go to fast
Make time to relax, recharge and have some fun
Leave thoughts of your work in the past
And don't get too much sun!
Poems about Work
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
October sees Halloween's eerie delight,
November's Thanksgiving, a feast in sight,
December brings the joy of Christmas bright,
But the holidays stay even as seasons take flight.
Pumpkins and ghosts, goblins and scarecrows,
Turkey and gravy, potatoes and sweet corn rows,
Gingerbread houses, carols, trees with bows,
The celebrations never fail to arouse.
Excitement fills every heart and soul,
As each holiday takes its toll,
Seasons may come and go on stroll,
But the holidays remain whole.
November Poems
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
December comes with joy and cheer,
Christmas holidays are finally here!
Love and peace fill all around,
As we gather with friends profound.
We give thanks for Jesus' birth,
For His love and grace on this Earth.
Let's celebrate with songs and mirth,
And cherish memories of great worth.
December Poems
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Every month brings something to rejoice,
Holidays that fill us with joy and noise.
But one day stands out from the rest,
A day we celebrate with great zest.
It's your birthday, oh how we love,
To shower you with gifts and hug.
The cake, the balloons, the songs we sing,
Make for a celebration fit for a king!
Birthday Celebration Poems
Poet: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart,
When the full river of feeling overflows;
The happy days unclouded to their close;
The sudden joys that out of darkness start
As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart
Like swallows singing down each wind that blows.
White as the gleam of a receding sail,
White as the cloud that floats and fades in air,
White as the whitest lily on a stream,
These tender memories are; a fairy tale
Of some enchanted land, we know not where.
But lovely as a landscape in a dream.
