72 Christmas Poems

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

Christmas is 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 2,000 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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  5. Christmas Poems Twas The Night Before

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  8. Christmas Tree Poems

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  12. Santa Poems

  13. Christmas Eve Poems

  14. Christmas Bells Poems

  15. The Christmas Star Poem

  16. Famous Christmas Poems

  17. Christmas Poems for Teachers

  18. My Christmas Wish For You

  19. Christmas Carol Poems

  20. Christmas Joy Poems

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  28. There's a Reason
    By Jason Kirk Bartley

    There's a reason we celebrate
    Christmas so dear,
    a reason we gather with Christmas cheer,

    There's a reason why a feast we prepare,
    for all of our family who
    has gathered right there.

    There's a reason for the decorations and mistletoe hung,
    a reason for the golden garland and silver bells that are rung
    and the beautiful Christmas carols that are often sung.

    There's a reason the snow outside is so white and so frigidly cold,
    a reason that gifts are being bought and being sold.

    There's a reason our tree is wrapped with beautiful blinking lights,
    a reason a little baby was born 2000 years ago on that famous night,
    in an old stable not fit for Him there,
    and a reason the multitudes gathered with gifts and great care.

    There's a reason this baby was born to die,
    a reason the great star of Bethlehem marked Him from the sky.

    There's a reason God had sent His only Son,
    the only person worthy to do what needed done.

    As Christmas nears,
    celebrate and have fun,
    but keep Jesus in your hearts,
    for the victory He won.

  29. The Sweet Old Story
    Poet: James Stanley Gilbert

    Down the tunnel long that Time hath built-
    Thro' the circles smaller growing
    Past the doubts and fears
    Of the arching years
    Toward the entrance dimly glowing
    Doth Memory speed on her way to-night
    Back to childhood's dormitory,
    Just to hear once more
    With the faith of yore
    The sweet old Christmas story.

    All unhid, she'll slip in the trundle-bed
    To the space 'twixt down and feather;
    And will lay her head,
    As in time long fled,-
    Where the pillows meet together.
    She will close her eyes at the face she sees
    All ablaze with loving glory.
    As a mother sweet
    Will again repeat
    The dear old Christmas story.

    The angels and shepherds again will play
    Their parts in the drama holy;
    The star will appear.
    The wise men revere,
    The Babe in the manger lowly.
    Then Memory, Hke Mary, will ponder well
    These things of the ages hoary;
    And with tender art
    Tell the softened heart
    The old, old Christmas story.

    Oh, the sweet old story!
    The dear old story!
    The old, old story to memory dear!
    Hearts of the boldest.
    The sternest, the coldest.
    Grow warm o'er the story told once a year!

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    Christmas Card Messages

  31. Christmas Is A Lovely Thing
    Poet: Frances Benham Johnson

    O Christmas is a lovely thing; the green
    And fragrant boughs that decorate each small
    And homely cottage, lighted candles seen
    In friendly windows where their warmth may fall
    On every passerby, bright ornaments
    And holly wreaths, and packets gaily tied,
    The joyous carols, and the pinewood scents
    That fill the air, while bells sound far and wide.

    These are the outward trappings of this day
    That has a special place in every heart.
    Yet though the Christmas tree be bright and gay,
    It is not this that sets the day apart,
    But faith a thousand years may never mar,
    And in the frosty night, a shining star.

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    Christmas Messages

  33. Get Ivy And Holly
    Poet: Thomas Tusser

    Get Ivy and Holly and deck up thine house,
    And take this same brawn to seethe and to souse.
    Provide us good cheer, for thou know'st the old guise:
    Old customs, that good be, let no man despise.

    At Christmas be merry and thankful withal,
    And feast thy poor neighbors, the great with the small.
    Yea, all the year long, to the poor let us give:
    God's blessing to follow us, while we do live.

  34. Funny Christmas Card Messages
    Funny Christmas Card Messages

  35. 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.

  36. Christmas Wishes
    Christmas Wishes

  37. Christmas Beauty
    Poet: Gertrude Rudbert

    The earth laid white beneath the sky,
    Marked by shadows from trees nearby --
    Winged by chickadee's flying grace
    To branches trimmed in icy lace.

    High overhead the heavens blue
    Were streaked with clouds passing through.
    The golden sun so warm and bright,
    Enhanced the scene with silver light.

    The rock, the valley, the distant hill
    Slept in purity, deeper, still;
    The river, hidden far below
    Was weighted down with sparkling snow.

    The earth all dressed in ermine fair,
    Wore caps and gowns with wind-blown flair.
    The trees, the sky, the cold crisp air
    Breathed Christmas beauty, soft in prayer.

  38. Christian Poems
    Christian Poems

    Poems are great to insert into a Christmas card. They are full of wisdom and promote the Christmas spirit year long.

    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.

  39. 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,
    That Christmas is first, a Jesus event!

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  41. 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.

  42. Christmas Wishes To A Friend
    Christmas Wishes To A Friend

  43. A Miracle Site
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer

    Oh Savior of the world so true,
    Your light was lit one Holy night,
    The star that shined so very bright.
    Led people to a miracle site.

    So early morn they did obey,
    The heavens told them of this day,
    Angels made songs so loud and clear,
    Jesus in a manger filled with cheer.

    Each Christmas your miracle is felt
    Thousands on their knees do knelt
    The Nativity reflects where love is found
    Peace on earth and a Savior crowned.

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  45. 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.

  46. Why Santa Claus Sneezed on Christmas
    Why Santa Claus Sneezed on Christmas

  47. 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 corn-fields lie sunny and bright,
    Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas tonight!

    Christmas where children are hopeful and gay,
    Christmas where old men are patient and gray,
    Christmas where peace, like a dove in its flight,
    Broods o'er 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 and no cottage too small,
    The angels who welcome Him sing from the height:
    "In the city of David, a King in his might."
    Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas tonight!

    Then let every heart keep its Christmas within,
    Christ's pity for sorrow, Christ's hatred of sin,
    Christ's care for the weakest, Christ's courage for right,
    Christ's dread of the darkness, Christ's love of the light.
    Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas tonight!

    So the stars of the midnight which compass us round
    Shall see a strange glory, and hear a sweet sound,
    And cry, "Look! the earth is aflame with delight,
    O sons of the morning, rejoice at the sight."
    Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas tonight!

  48. Christmas
    Poet: Marguerite E. Halker

    Christmas is a lovely time
    For all folks to enjoy . . .
    It brings the sparkle to the eyes
    Of every girl and boy.

    And I might add, the grown folks
    Are filled with sweet content,
    To see the happiness complete
    That Christmas joy has meant.

    The stockings hanging in a row,
    The lovely gifts piled high,
    The burning fire upon the hear
    Warns old St. Nick is nigh.

    "Silent Night" is sweetly sun
    As we think of the Eastern Star
    Of Bethlehem and Three Wise Men
    Who brought gifts from afar.

    So those who love their fellow men,
    Are glad it is December . . .
    For peace on earth and memories
    Are precious to remember.

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  50. The Light of Christmas
    Poet: Emilie Poulsson

    Oh! bright are the stars as they gleam on high,
    And shed their soft rays from the summer sky,
    But Christmas stars sparkle with lustre rare,
    When carol and chime fill the frosty air.
    For shining afar
    To our hearts they say,
    "Remember the Star
    Of the Christ's birthday.
    Love is the light of Christmas."

    Oh! gay are the tapers that shine to-night
    On gift-laden Christmas trees all alight!
    But never a radiant tree would stand,

    If love had not for the glad time planned.
    So each tiny flame,
    With its golden ray,
    Helps the stars proclaim,
    On the Christ's birthday.
    Love is the light of Christmas.

  51. What It's All About
    by Julie Hebert, © 2015

    Once Halloween is finished,
    And sometimes even before,
    Red and green start 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

  52. Christmas Time Is
    Christmas Time Is

  53. 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.

  54. Christmas Ballad
    Poet: Alexander R. Thompson

    The night our Saviour Christ was born,
    So ancient legends say,
    The bird that crows to call the morn,
    Crows every hour till day,
    As if he sought, with quivering throat,
    The world to waken wide,
    With thankful heart and hymn to note
    The holy Christmas-tide.

    How grew the legend, who can tell?
    But, one thing we may know,
    That nothing e’er before befell
    This weary world below,
    Like that same Christmas-gift of love,
    Of rarest, fairest worth,
    That came of old from heaven above
    To sinful men on earth.

    The night the King was born, the stars
    Shone down on Bethlehem,
    As jewels flash through golden bars
    From out a diadem,
    But suddenly their radiant fire
    Grew pale and dull and dim,
    When came from heaven an angel-choir,
    To sing a Christmas hymn.

    Such music never yet had rung
    On mortal ears till then,
    As rung when holy angels sung
    "Goodwill and peace to men."
    Such winsome glory never came
    Before on mortal eyes,
    As came when they, with feet of flame,
    Came trooping down the skies.

    And if on that first Christmas-time,
    This lost world back to call
    To hope and God, in sweetest chime
    The bells of heaven rang all.
    Would it be strange, if echo sweet
    Of that transcendent strain
    Should run o’er earth with footsteps fleet,
    And answer back again?

    Sing, angels, never cease to sing,
    Ye first-born of the sky!
    Cry, every herald of the King,
    His glorious advent cry!
    But angel from the heaven above,
    Or herald of the morn,
    Could never sing the song of love
    As’ men: - that Christ is born.

  55. 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.

  56. 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.
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  57. 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 little 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 little 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 brought
    As it shines in hearts an' faces ever dear.
    Heaven's jest a little nearer in the palace or the cot
    On Christmas day than any in the year.

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  59. Across The Miles
    Poet: Helen Welshimer

    At Christmas time I'd like to see
    the folks of yesterday,
    But since we cannot manage it,
    I've found another way.

    I leave the door into my heart
    stand open very wide,
    And those who pull the latchstring
    find a welcome warm inside.

    I've candles in the window,
    and I have the Yule log's cheer,
    And chairs around the fireplace
    for the friends I wish were here.

    I forget I'm lonesome,
    though we're miles and miles apart,
    And entertain you unawares,
    at Christmas in my heart.

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  61. 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.

  62. Christmas
    Poet: Unknown

    The Christmas morn dawned softly,
    Upon a sleeping world.
    As mid the lowing cattle.
    They laid a baby Lord.

    The sweet and fragrant grasses
    Softened His bed that night.
    When in a lowly manger,
    There lay the Lord of Light.

    His mother Mary, happy
    In this, her newborh child,
    Sat in that lowly stable
    And sang, so soft and mild.

    How Joseph - watching o'er them -
    Did thrill to see the boy
    That slept within that manger,
    The world's long promised Joy.

    The day was filled with gladness,
    The air with music rang.
    As heaven's glad host assembled.
    Their praises to Him they sang.

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  64. Keep The Spirit
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, © 2020

    Christmas is a time of joy
    Mainly for all the girls and boys
    Fun and laughter fill 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.

  65. Frankincense
    Poet: Florentine Budwig

    They brought Him gifts,
    Gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
    Those Wise Men were
    The first who came to worship from afar.
    They loved the Child, and when they saw His star
    They followed it to Bethlehem. What are
    We bringing Him?

    They brought Him gifts,
    Have we no gifts to bring
    Our Lord and King?
    He came from heavenly- mansions to a stall;
    The Holy Babe of Bethlehem gave all.
    The best gifts we can proffer are but small
    Compared with His.

    He loves our gifts,
    Our hearts He longs to own.
    Let us enthrone
    The Lord within our hearts forevermore.
    And bring our love as frankincense before
    The Holy One whom all the saints adore
    This Christmas Day.

  66. Fear Not
    Poet: F. R. Havergal

    That was the first angelic word
    That the startled shepherds heard;
    Fear not! Beloved, it comes to you
    As a Christmas message most sweet and true.

    As true for you as it was for them
    In the lonely fields of Bethlehem;
    And as sweet today as it was that night
    When the glory dazzled their mortal sight.

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  68. Counting The Days
    Poet: Unknown

    Counting the days till Christmas!
    Sweet days of tender care
    That loved ones may on the blessed morn
    Find longed for treasures fair.
    Thus dreaming, hoping and waiting,
    That holiest day draws near
    When "Peace on earth, good will to men",
    Ring out the joy-bells clear.

    ''Tis not the weight of jewel or plate
    Or the fondle of silk or fur;
    'Tis the spirit in which the gift is rich.
    As the gifts of the wise ones were:
    And we are not told whose gift was gold,
    Or whose was the gift of myrrh.

  69. Merry Christmas
    Poet: Unknown

    In the rush of the merry morning,
    When the red burns through the gray,
    And the wintry world lies waiting
    For the glory of the day;
    Then we hear a fitful rushing
    Just without upon the stair,
    See two white phantoms coming,
    Catch the gleam of sunny hair.

    Are they Christmas fairies stealing
    Rows of little socks to fill
    Are they angels floating hither
    With their message of good-will?
    What sweet spell are these elves weaving,
    As like larks they chirp and sing?
    Are these palms of peace from heaven
    That these lovely spirits bring?

    Rosy feet upon the threshold,
    Eager faces peeping through,
    With the first red ray of sunshine,
    Chanting cherubs come in view;
    Mistletoe and gleaming holly,
    Symbols of a blessed day,
    In their chubby hands they carry,
    Streaming all along the way.

    Well we know them, never weary
    Of this innocent surprise;
    Waiting, watching, listening always
    With full hearts and tender eyes,
    While our little household angels,
    White and golden in the sun,
    Greet us with the sweet old welcome,
    "Merry Christmas, every one!"

  70. Christmas, Merry Christmas
    Poet: Nina Moore Tiffany

    Christmas! Merry Christmas!
    We greet it,we greet it with glee.
    With laughter and singing,
    So joyful are we.

    It brings us full stockings
    Cramm’d down to the toe,
    And fine Christmas trees
    On whose boughs presents grow.

    But we know a reason
    Far better than these,
    For welcoming Christmas day;
    Listen now, please. Dear

    God sent a Christmas gift
    Long, long ago,
    To make people happy
    And better, we know.

    And so we, too, try
    As the day comes each year,
    To make our friends happy
    And sad hearts to cheer.

  71. Long Ago
    Poet: Kate Whiting Patch

    Long years ago in Bethlehem,
    The gentle mother mild
    Held close against her happy breast
    The little Christmas child;

    From heav'n the angels leaning sang
    Goodwill and peace on earth!
    And king and shepherd, side by side,
    Hail'd the dear Christ-child's birth.

    Ah, let the love which made that day
    So wondrous sweet and pure,
    Gladden and bless this Christmas tide,
    Alike for rich and poor.

    Then may we hear the angel song,
    Which He, the undefiled,
    Hear for His first sweet cradle song,
    The little Christmas child.

  72. The First Christmas Carol
    from St. Luke's Gospel

    Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy,
    which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day
    in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.

    And this shall be a sign unto you; ye shall find the babe
    wrapped in swaddling clothes lying in a manger.

    Glory to God in the highest, and
    on earth peace, goodwill toward men.

  73. We Cherish
    Poet: Gladys Naomi Arnold

    We cherish the sparkle of Christmas -
    Shrieks of delight,
    Greetings and laughter
    When candles are bright;

    We cherish the beauty of Christmas -
    The quiet of night,
    The silence of stars,
    The glory of light;

    We cherish the peace of Christmas -
    A heart that sings,
    An inner strength
    That calmness brings.

  74. Sacrifices
    Poet: Edgar A. Guest

    Behind full many a gift there lies
    A splendid tale of sacrifice.

    On Christmas mom a mother's hand
    About a young girl's neck will place
    A trinket small, and she will stand
    With radiant smiles upon her face
    To see her daughter decked in gold,
    Nor will she think, nor will she care
    That she may suffer from the cold
    Because that bauble glistens there.

    A child will wake on Christmas Day
    And find his stocking filled with toys;
    The home will ring with laughter gay,
    That boy be glad as richer boys.
    And there a mother fond will sing
    A song of joy to hear his shout.
    Forgetting every needed thing
    That she will have to do without.

    A heart that's brimming o'er with love
    Will suffer gladly for a friend,
    And take no time in thinking of
    How much it can afford to spend.
    And suddenly on Christmas mom
    Will gladness beam from shining eyes,
    A gladness that alone was born
    Of someone's willing sacrifice.

    Let cynics scoff howe'er they will
    And say but fools such presents give,
    There'll be such sacrifices till
    All human love shall cease to live.
    'Twould be a dreary world of thrift.
    Of barren ways, and sunless skies,
    If no one ever gave a gift
    That was not born of sacrifice.

    The brightest gifts that us reward
    Are those the givers can't afford.

  75. Life Is But A River
    Poet: J. S. Ogilvie

    O Life is but a river
    And in our childhood we,
    But a fair and running streamlet
    Adorned with flowers, see.

    But as we grow more earnest,
    The river grows more deep,
    And where we laughed in childhood.
    We, older, pause to weep.

    Each Christmas as it passes,
    Some change to us doth bring,
    Yet to our friends the closer,
    As time creeps on, we cling.

  76. Memories Of Christmas
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer

    Memories of Christmas past
    Memories that always last
    Surround yourself with family and friends
    Share the love that Christmas sends.

    Memories of Christmas trees
    Children smiling full of glee
    Memories of houses full of lights
    That seems to shine ever so bright.

    But the most important memory of all
    Is the story shared that the apostles recalled
    The birth of a baby the angels also told
    That story never grows old.

    So all your memories keep in mind
    But if you look for Jesus you will find
    A peace that will be with you all year
    You can share with others so dear.

  77. Christmas is a wonderful day. It works miracles of love all over the world.
    Christmas Quotes

  78. Home At Christmas Time
    Poet: Grinnell Willis

    Once more at home, at Christmas time,
    We gather at thy call,
    Thy children and grandchildren,
    We are coming, one and all.

    From East and West we're coming,
    A joyous, happy throng.
    Our hearts are glad, and on our lips
    The merry Christmas song.

    We've had our own Saint Nicholas,
    Our merry Christmas tree,
    But better far than all of these,
    We're coming home to thee.

    Thy presence is our beacon light.
    Our star by day, our guide by night.
    God bless you both, your children pray,
    And keep you safe for many a day.

  79. Christmas Messages for Family
    Christmas Messages for Family

  80. 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 shiny,
    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.

  81. It Is Christmas
    by Jack McCraw

    Some morning real soon I'll wake up and I'll say "Hooray! It's Christmas."
    Then I'll think about filling my tummy with candy, nuts, fruits, cake, chicken, and lots of other goodies.
    I'll think about my folks at home and I'll pray that they will have a real happy day too.
    Of course I'll think about the Lord Jesus being born in the manger
    And how the host of angels sang on His birthday.
    King Herod wanted to kill the pretty baby, but I am glad that he did not get that done.
    The Wise Men worshipped this little baby and the three men of Orient did also.
    We must worship Him too, because He is still our Lord and He wants us to love Him.
    I think about children in other lands who do not have a happy Christmas like we do in America.
    I like to sing the nice carols that help to make Christmas gay.
    All these are what Christmas means to me.

  82. Short Christmas Poems:

  83. 'Twas The Night Before
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer

    'Twas the night before Christmas
    And we were all asleep,
    When all of a sudden
    I heard a loud beep.
    I laid there and listen,
    What is that noise?
    It must have been Santa,
    playing with the toys.

  84. Christmas A Happy Time
    Poet: J. S. Ogilvie

    Sure, Christmas is a happy time
    In spite of wintry weather.
    For laugh, and song, and jest go round
    When dear friends meet together:
    And hearts are warm, and eyes beam bright.
    In the ruddy glow of Christmas night!

  85. Merry Christmas!
    Poet: Mrs. Craik

    It is the Xmas time:
    And up and down, 'twixt heaven and earth.
    In glorious grief and solemn mirth,
    The shining angels climb;
    And unto every thing
    That lives and moves, for heaven, on earth,
    The shining angels sing.

  86. Famous Christmas Poems:

  87. At Christmas Poem    by Edgar A. Guest

  88. Christmas Is and Can Be    by William Arthur Ward

  89. The Same Dear Hand    by Eugene Field

  90. God's Christmas Gift    by Caleb Davis Bradlee

  91. Christmas Children's Hearts    by David V. Bush

  92. Hearts Awaited    by Caleb Davis Bradlee

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