Short Poems

35 Christmas Poems

A collection of Christmas Poems celebrate the season. Great to share and inspire friends and family. A short poem is a great thing to tuck into a Xmas card to send Christmas wishes and greetings.

Christmas a special time of year when the world stops and the birth of Jesus is celebrated. A special time that has been celebrated for more than 2000 years around the world. Poetry can express thoughts and wishes in a way that brings out the magic of Christmas. We hope you find poems that inspire you to have a very Merry Christmas!

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Collections of Christmas Poems

1. My Christmas Wish For You	2. Christmas Joy
3. Is There Really A Santa	4. Christmas Songs
5. Christmas Time Is	6. Christmas Card Poem
7. Easy Children's Christmas Poems	8. Christmas Joy
9. Why Santa Claus Sneezed on Christmas

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Christmas Time
Poet: Arthur Franklin Fuller

Hurrah — it's Christmas-time again!
The time of crispy weather;
Ah, Love and Cheer are captains then,
And dear ones get together;

Let go the real and fancied grudge —
The tomahawk go bury;
We're all in debt to one great Judge,
So let's be good — and merry.

Lay every grievance on the shelf.
And keep the circle growing;
Who hates his neighbor, harms himself-
We'll reap from what we're sowing;

Decide to do somebody, good —
Just let the grouchy pester;
Enjoy this Christmas as you should,
And be a jolly jester.

Let holly from the curtains swing —
Have mistletoe in plenty;
Break up your wrinkles — laugh and sing —
Make old folks act like twenty;

An innocent kiss will work no ill,
Though cheeks blush like a cherry;
Make some sad heart with pleasure thrill —
It's Christmas-time — be merry!

If fortune hasn't smiled on you,
And you can't give one present,
Brush up your seedy clothes and do
Your best at being pleasant;

Though Christmas finds you wandered far
Away from kindred's bevy,
Don't let hard times your spirits mar —
Let mails with Love be heavy.

Now when you get to feeling good,
Be gentle as a rabbit —
Retain your Christmas smile and cheer,
Until you get the habit;

Just let your war-tools rust and rot —
Though worldlings think you flappy —
A grudge gets even when forgot!
It's Christmas-time — be happy!

Ring The Christmas Festival
Poet: Ellwood Haines Stokes

Coming, coming. Lord of glory.
Coming through the ages hoary.
In accord with ancient story.
Coming, coming. Lord of light;
Coming, so the truth engages.
Coming through prophetic pages.
Coming in the thoughts of sages.
Ring the bells of joy to-night!

Coming, lo! His star ascending,
Coming, heaven and earth are blending,
Coming, glory never-ending,
Ring the bells of joy again!
Coming, not as man expected,
Coming, by the high neglected,
Coming, by the proud rejected,
He who shall forever reign.

Come, though years of God move slowly;
Bom of virgin mother, holy.
Cradled in a manger, lowly,
Human form, and flesh and blood;
Come the child, yet mighty Leader,
Weak, yet all-prevailing Pleader,
Destitute, yet hunger's Feeder,
Infant, Maker, Monarch, God!

Come! the world with thanks is ringing;
Come! the sad with joy are singing;
Come! the weak to Him are clinging;
Come the All, and come for all!
Come ! the nation's long desire;
Come! all hearts to Him aspire
Come! the world is lifted higher;
Ring the Christmas festival!

Glory Be To God On High
Poet: Eloise A. Skimings

The angels are fluttering their beautiful wings
O'er Jesus the Infant, the mighty King of Kings,
While on the wintry air the joyful welcome rings,
Glory be to God on High.

'Tis Christmas day, fond hearts are fill'd with emotion,
Thanking God for this hallow'd day of devotion,
While Christmas lays rejoice from ocean to ocean,
Glory be to God on high,

Sadden'd hearts rejoice, tho' tears from fond eyes stream.
Golden hair and blue eyes, of his coming dream;
Raven locks and black orbs, with their gladness beam.
Glory be to God on high.

Then let us all rejoice this merry Christmas day;
Those who have gone before would now no longer stay,
They are around the Throne, singing this joyous lay,
Glory be to God on high.

Christmas Is Forever
Poet: Norman W. Brooks

Christmas is forever,
Not for just one day.
For loving, sharing, giving,
Are not to put away.

Like bells and lights and tinsel,
in some box upon a shelf.
The good you do for others,
Is good you do yourself.

Keeping Christmas
Poet: Henry VanDyke

Are you willing to forget what you have done for other people.
And to remember what other people have done for you;
To ignore what the world owes you,
And to think what you owe the world;...
And to close your book of complaints against the management of the universe,
And look around you for a place where you can sow a few seeds of happiness -
Are you willing to do these things even for a day?
Then you can keep Christmas.

Are you willing to believe that love is the strongest thing in the world -
Stronger than hate, stronger than evil, stronger than death -
And that the blessed life which began in Bethlehem nineteen hundred years ago
Is the image and brightness of the Eternal Love?
Then you can keep Christmas.

And if you keep it for a day,
Why not always?
But you can never
Keep it alone.

Red, Green and Tinsel
Poet: Julie Hebert, � 2011

So much to love about Christmas,
Who could ever say they don't.
Red and green everywhere,
How Christmas is so well known.

We love to see the houses,
Decorated so festively.
Tinsel so very shinny,
Can't wait to see my Christmas tree.

Can't forget the presents,
Under the big colorful tree.
Every year there's more than expected,
I'm so lucky, that is me.

What Christmas Is All About
Poet: Julie Hebert, � 2011

We have to go back to the basics,
The day our Jesus was born.
As this is the day that we celebrate,
Our Savior was here in the morn.

We teach our children that Christmas,
Is trees, pageants and presents.
But let us not forget,
First, that Christmas is Jesus event!

Christmas Bells Are Ringing
Poet: Caleb Davis Bradlee

Hark! the Christmas bells are ringing,
And the angel-choirs are singing
That Christ is born!
And wrong is conquered by the right,
A world is lifted into light,
No more forlorn!

All the earth was sad and dreary,
And the human heart was weary,
Till Christ did come!
And then the darkness fled away,
And holy love began its sway
O'er hearth and home!

All glory be to God on high,
Let every mortal gladly cry,
That Christ was given!
May Christ grant all the power to see,
As at his name they bend the knee,
The way to heaven!

The Christmas Chime
Poet: Grinnell Willis

We hear, like those of olden time,
The music of the Christmas Chime,
Telling its story again and again,
Of "Peace on earth, good will to men"—
That beautiful story told so well
By the sound of the joyous Christmas bell.

It seems of Christmas-time a part.
Finding an echo in every heart,
And everywhere throughout the land
Its tokens pass from hand to hand.
So may we our voices raise
With thankful hearts in songs of praise,
As joyful as the merry chime
That rings so clear at Christmas-time.

Santa Claus
Poet: Grinnell Willis

We all love Santa Claus,
A merry man is he,
We'll shout our loud applause
And greet him merrily.
He has a heavy pack
With Christmas gifts galore,
He soon will come a-knocking,—
A-knocking at the door.

Many homes to-night
Are waiting for his call.
Their welcome will be warm and bright
But ours is best of all.
Hark! He's coming fast,
Hear the sleigh-bells ring.
Now he's here at last—

Farewell, ring out the song.
Sing with all your heart.
Speed the parting guest along
If he must depart.
Let the echoes ring.
Shout the loud applause.
Sing with all your voices, sing,
Good-bye to Santa Claus.

Keep The Spirit
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, � 2020

Christmas is a time of joy
Mainly for all the girls and boys
Fun and laughter fills the day
Merry Christmas as they say.

Christmas is a celebration
Full of love and conversation
Family and friends gather with us
Being all together is a big plus.

Why can't this feeling of love be
With us all year long, we are so happy
Goodness and kindness we all share
Showing others that we care.

So when the New Year does arrive
Keep the spirit of Christmas alive
Show your love and kindness too
To everyone and all you do.

Christmas Everywhere
Poet: Phillips Brooks

Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas tonight!
Christmas in lands of the fir-tree and pine,
Christmas in lands of the palm-tree and vine,
Christmas where snow peaks stand solemn and white,
Christmas where cornfields stand sunny and bright.
Christmas where children are hopeful and gay,
Christmas where old men are patient and gray,
Christmas where peace, like a dove in his flight,
Broods o're brave men in the thick of the fight;
Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas tonight!
For the Christ-child who comes is the Master of all;
No palace too great, no cottage too small.

What It's All About
by Julie Hebert, � 2015

Once Halloween is finished,
And sometimes even before,
Red and green starts to show itself,
In every single store!

This overwhelming need
To buy the perfect gift,
Is put inside our minds,
Even before the holiday shift.

Have we as a society forgotten,
What Christmas time is all about?
Generosity and good will to others,
Yes, most would say without a doubt.

But what about our Lord Jesus,
And the day our Savoir was born.
It's time to remember the meaning,
Christmas time should mean so much more

How Thrice Welcome, Christmas
Poet Unknown

Now thrice welcome, Christmas,
Which brings us good cheer,
Minced pies and plum porridge,
Good ale and strong beer;
With pig, goose and capon,
The best that may be.
So well doth the weather
And our stomachs agree.

Observe how the chimneys
Do smoke all about,
The cooks are providing
For dinner, no doubt;
But those on whose tables
No victuals appear,
O may they keep Lent
All the rest of the year.

With holly and ivy
So green and so gay,
We deck up our houses
As fresh as the day;
With bay and rosemary
And laurel complete;
And every one now
Is a king in conceit.

Christmas Morning
Poet: Mary Bissell Waterman

The milk-white sheep looked up one night,
And there stood an angel all in white.
But though he spoke no word to them,
They were there on the hills of Bethlehem,
That very first Christmas morning.

And the lowing cattle meekly stood.
Near to a manager, rough and rude;
Their manger, where upon softest hay,
A wonderful, new born baby lay,
That beautiful Christmas morning.

Oh! Christmas day is the day for all,
For the flocks in the field and the beasts in the stall;
And the time will come, so the wise men say,
When the wolf and the lamb together shall play,
And a little child shall lead the way.
The Child of the Christmas morning.

The snow of years will fall on your hair, May the Christmas hope still glow, And you will be then as free from care, And light-hearted amid the snow.

Heaven's Nearer
Poet: C. C. Hassler

The sunshine and the shadders 'pear to travel side by side,
An' the clouds they come and vanish from our view;
An' the joys and disappointments of this life we all divide,
Sparin' none, at least I think so, now don't you?
Still to watch the years that fleeting go a whizzin' by it seems
Each time the holidays approachin' us are near.
Heaven's jest a leetle nearer in our wakin' or our dreams
On Christmas day than any in the year.

All the year through life's a bustle an' a hustle that at best
Keeps the old and young a strivin' to compete;
In the business world, the office, or the school room there's no rest —
It's a battle every day an' no retreat.
But there comes a subtle suthin' callin' forth our joy an' mirth
Sort o' melting down that makes it jest appear
Heaven's jest a leetle nearer to this dear old wicked earth
On Christmas day than any in the year.

Jest to think of all the millions of the little hearts that day
That are beatin' full of happiness an' joy,
An' the million more who watch 'em even happier than they,
As they grasp the precious dolly or the toy.
Think of all the hearts made happy by the love that Christ has wrought
As it shines in hearts an' faces ever dear.
Heaven's jest a leetle nearer in the palace or the cot
On Christmas day than any in the year.

Christmas Eve
Poet: Lillian E. Curtis

Ah, yes, another year with its rapid flight,
With its promised pleasures that deceive.
Another year with all its changes, great or slight,
Brings us to Christmas eve.

My mind is wandering far away, -
May I not my dear Father grieve.
To my mind there rushes a brighter day.
Revived by Christmas eve.

My mind is flighty, but my heart is true,
Dear Father, I'll look to thee.
For thou wilt kindly lead me through,
And guide me o'er Life's treacherous sea.

Christmas Outcasts
Poet: Unknown

Christ died for all; and on the hearts of all
Who gladly decorate their cheerful homes
At Christmas Tide, this blessed truth should fall,
That they may mix some honey with the gall
Of those to whom a Christmas never comes.

The poor are everywhere in Nature's course,
Yet they may still control some sweetened crumbs,
No matter what they lack in hearts or purse;
But there are those whose better fate is worse,
To whom no day of Christmas ever comes.

The man who wildly throws away his chance,
An outcast from all cheerful hearts and homes,
Who may not mingle where the happy dance,
Nor gain from loving eyes one kindly glance,
Is he to whom no Christmas ever comes.

The man condemned in hidden ways to grope,
At sight of whom each kindly voice is dumb,
Or he whose life is shortened in its scope,
Who waits for nothing but the hangman's rope,
Is he to whom a Christmas cannot come.

Christ died for all; he came to find the lost,
Whether they bide in palaces or slums,
No matter how their lines of life are crossed.
And they who love him best will serve him most
By helping those to whom no Christmas comes.