8 Santa Poems

Feel the child within you as you read these Santa Poems. Christmas brings the magic of Santa to life for children and for adults. For children, the anticipation of Santa arriving is counted down each day as Xmas approaches. And for many adults, Santa always brings a smile to their face and memories of younger years.


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  1. Santa's Route
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer


    We track Santa's route in the sky
    He and his reindeer, oh, how they fly
    They land on our roof we often hear
    The thump and the clatter of the reindeer.

    And when we get up and look at our tree
    We are so excited and filled with glee
    Dear old Santa he did visit our house
    But truly he was quiet as a mouse.

    We thought we heard him land on the roof
    The noise and things are the proof.
    The cookies and the milk are all gone
    And there are no footprints on our lawn!



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  3. A Ride With Santa
    Poet: Ovie Pedigo Tanner


    I wish that dear old Santa
    Would take me for a ride;
    I’d like to drive his reindeer
    And sit by Santa’s side.

    I'd like to help old Santa
    Find all the girls and boys,
    So each one might be happy
    With Christmas books and toys.

    Jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle,
    Christmas toys we'd bring.
    Jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle,
    How the bells would ring!



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  5. We Wait
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer


    Santa Claus is jolly
    Amidst the Christmas holly
    We love this time of year
    When Christmas is near.

    With anticipation, it's Santa we wait for
    He comes down the chimney, not through the door
    We count down the days, we can't wait
    We think old Santa is so great.

    We see him at the mall
    He seems so jolly and tall
    We see him on the TV
    But waiting is not easy.

    Then the big night arrives and we
    Have decorated our tree
    We go to bed but find it hard to sleep
    But from us, you'll hear not a peep.

    We lay and listen for any noise
    That Santa has arrived with lots of toys.
    But then off to sleep, we drift
    Dreaming of a special gift.

    Oh, Santa we can hardly wait
    We have been waiting for this date
    December 25th you did arrive
    We didn't think we would survive.

    Thank you, Santa for all the gifts
    As you waded through the snow drifts.
    We can't wait for next year
    When again you will appear!



  6. Santa Claus comes once a year  And fills us with good cheer  He brings with him gifts and toys For all the little girls and boys.
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  7. Love 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-by to Santa Claus.



  8. Bells are ringing, children singing, all is merry and bright. So hang your stockings and say your prayers, 'cause Santa Claus comes tonight.
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  9. A Song by Santa Claus
    Poet: Emilie Poulsson


    The children of the present
    Are wondrous wise, 'tis said;
    No superstitious thoughts are found
    In any little head;
    They don't believe in fairies
    They don't believe in gnomes.
    Enchanted castles they "pooh-pooh!"
    And likewise haunted homes.

    "But bless their hearts!" laughed Santa,
    Right merrily laughed he.
    "They cannot bear to give me up;
    They still believe in me
    Oh, yes!
    Some still believe in me."

    They don't believe in witches,
    They don't believe in ghosts;
    They don't believe in woodland nymphs,
    Nor in the goblin hosts.
    They don't believe in giants,
    In magic cloak or hat;
    They only smile at "bogie men"
    I'm very glad of that.

    "But bless their hearts!" laughed Santa,
    Right merrily laughed he.
    They cannot bear to give me up;
    They still believe in me
    Oh, yes!
    Some still believe in me.

    They don't believe in Crusoe!
    Nor yet in William Tell!
    And some have even thrown aside
    The cherry-tree as well!
    But every year at Christmas
    Their faith in me revives.
    "Oh, good old Santa Claus," they say,
    "We've loved you all our lives!"

    "Yes, bless their hearts!" laughed Santa,
    Right merrily laughed he.
    "They cannot bear to give me up;
    They still believe in me
    Oh, yes!
    Some still believe in me."



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  11. Song of Santa's Helper
    Poet: Ernestine Cobern Beyer


    I'm Jingle, the elf, I am glad to tell!
    I was born, they say, in a jingle bell!
    I' little and nimble and jolly, oh,
    And my cheeks are redder than holly, oh!

    I curry young Rudolph and rouge his nose;
    I shine the sleigh till it gleams and glows!
    I give rubber toys their jolly squeak,
    And tenderly color the dolly's cheek!

    When Santa sets off on his Christmas trip,
    I sit at his side, and I crack the whip
    Until he exclaims with a merry, "Whoa!
    Our first stop, please, is Ontario!"

    I'm Jingle, the elf! I am gay and spry!
    From toe to tassel, I'm two feet high!
    I work and I sing and I whistle, oh,
    And my heart is as merry as mistletoe!



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  13. A Toast To Santa Claus
    Poet: John Kendrick Bangs


    Whene'er I find a man who don't
    Believe in Santa Claus,
    And spite of all remonstrance won't
    Yield up to logic's laws,
    And see in things that lie about
    The proof by no means dim,
    I straightway cut that fellow out,
    And don't believe in him.

    The good old Saint is everywhere
    Along life's busy way.
    We find him in the very air
    We breathe day after day
    Where courtesy and kindliness
    And love are joined together.
    To give to sorrow and distress
    A touch of sunny weather.

    We find him in the maiden's eyes
    Beneath the mistletoe,
    A-sparkling as the star-lit skies
    All golden in their glow.
    We find him in the pressure of
    The hand of sympathy,
    And where there's any thought of love
    He's mighty sure to be.

    So here's to good old Kindliheart!
    The best bet of them all.
    Who never fails to do his part
    In life's high festival;
    The worthy bearer of the crown
    With which we top the Saint.
    A bumper to his health, and down
    With them that say he ain't!



  14. A Child's Thoughts About Santa Claus
    Poet: Sydney Dayre


    What do you think my grandmother said,
    Telling Christmas stories to me
    To-night, when I went and coaxed and coaxed
    With my head and arms upon her knee?

    She thinks--she really told me so--
    That good Mr. Santa Claus, long ago,
    Was as old and grey as he is to-day,
    Going around with his loaded sleigh.

    She thinks he's driven through frost and snow
    For a hundred, yes, a thousand times or so,
    With jingling bells and a bag of toys--
    Ho, ho! for good girls and boys,
    With a carol gay,
    Crying, "Clear the way,
    For a rollicking, merry Christmas day!"
    Grandmother knows almost everything--
    All that I ask her she can tell;
    Rivers and towns in geography,
    And the hardest words she can always spell.
    But the wisest ones, sometimes, they say,
    Mistake--and even grandmother may.

    If Santa Claus never had been a boy
    How would he always know so well
    What all the boys are longing for
    On Christmas day? Can grandmother tell?

    Why does he take the shiny rings,
    The baby houses, the dolls with curls,
    The little lockets and other such things
    Never to boys, but always to girls?

    Why does he take the skates and all
    The bats and balls, and arrows and bows,
    And trumpets and drums, and guns--hurrah!
    To the boys? I wonder if grandmother knows?

    But there's one thing that doesn't seem right--
    If Santa Claus was a boy at play
    And hung up his stocking on Christmas night,
    Who filled it for him on Christmas day?


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