"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings...." ~ William Wordsworth.
One of the biggest festivals of the world, Christmas is a festival of joviality as well as a powerful occassion that unites people across the planet in its celebration. It can hardly be expected of mankind not to use its most beautiful language, poetry, in singing praises of this equally wonderful occassion. TheHolidaySpot brings you a collection of fabulous, thematic poems for you to read and enjoy during the Christmas festival and use on your greeting cards / e-cards / gift cards for loved ones. These poems on Christmas comprising of poesies contributed by our dear user Kyle Mitchell (poetkylemitchell@bellsouth.net). We would look forward to your feedbacks, and poems composed by you that you can send to us for free. Wish you and your loved ones a happy Christmas time! Tip: You can use these poems on your greeting cards/e-cards/gift cards for loved ones. Copy these Christmas poems and keep them in a file for use later while sending a card.
'Twas the Day after Christmas
'Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the house
Visitors were slouching on the couch.
There were leftovers and bottles of drinks,
And don't forget the lingering food stink.
Wrappings and toys on the ground;
It was a mess to be abound.
Children were busy at play
And they were gazing at the Nativity lined with hay.
"Goodbye!" countless people screamed
While the gift cards has yet to be redeemed.
"This was the best Christmas ever!" exclaimed Johnny,
Still gazing at countless holly.
Now they'd have to prepare for New Year's
And clank glasses in cheers.
Ma and Pa were contemplating their credit
They couldn't even believe it was legit!
"Now, clean up, children!" they shouted
The children wouldn't budge; they pouted.
Eventually they did clean up
And were rewarded with a hot cocoa cup.
The parents were still thinking of their excessive debt
Heck, for that amount they could buy a jet!
Pa awoke in a cold sweat
And realized they'd forever be in debt.
Maybe Santa was in debt too
He'd have to deal with it through and through!
Did he have any money, any ways to pay it off?
Or would he worry with a frightening cough?
The rest could not wait for New Year's
While still in deep arrears!
"Twelve o'clock we'll stay up!" Johnny exclaimed.
Fun and partying would be reclaimed!
And that Christmas may have well been the most exciting
Minus the whining, the biting, and the fighting!
Perhaps next time may have more surprises;
A masquerade of disguises!
A late Merry Christmas some long-distance relatives sent.
On them still remained the stinking food scent!
The greetings all said while Christmas grew out of sight,
"Happy Holidays to all, and to all a good day AND night!"
Christmas is nearly upon us
"Christmas is the time of year to reflect with thoughtful prayer,....
to cast aside of all bad thought and habits you expressed throughout
the year.
We can all join together to celebrate jesus birth,....a renewal and beginning right here on planet earth.
Jesus left all of us a messagage while here on earth,to love,to care.
his words were ever simple,plain and so very,very clear:
"Be kind to one another throughout the coming year".
Christmas is the time of year to spend with the young and old, the needy, greedy and the poor.a time to love,a time to share.
let us all spread our love around with all our heart and soul,....
for the love of your neighbor should never turn so cold.
Songs of Christmas carols fill the nightime air,....family and friends
gather round the fireplace drinking egg nog and cider without a worry
or a care,.... a time to love, a time to share.
Chestnuts roasting on the stove, mistletoe strung over every door.
the noisy sounds of slay are so difficult to ignore,....ringing out so
loudly,they spread vibrations throughout the creaking floor."
Attending morning service in our house of worse-ship, singing hymns
and prayers of thanks,....as children in nearby parks and playgrounds
play games and harmless pranks.Turkey cooking in the oven,children
playing with their new found toys,.....what a thrill and pleasure to
see all the happy and smiling faces on all the little girls and boys."
© 2004 joseph p.martino poet, writer
Here comes Santa on Christmas Eve
"Here comes Christmas it's that time of time of year for Santa
to appear.
snow is falling on the ground,.....everywhere you look snowflakes
can be found.children wearing mittens in the snow,.....making snow
balls they intend to throw.
jingle bells a ringing, jing-a-ling,the sounds of Christmas echos
ring. parents and children skate on the lake,.....the children
home for holiday break.
Children dream of Santa Clause,.....as parents shop without a pause.
the days are bright, the nights so clear,....the love and spirit of Christmas permeates throughout the wintery air.
Christmas carols sung at night,....under a dancing moon that glows
so bright.chestnuts roasting, grownups toasting this special time of
year,.....after a nip or two, all our woe's and troubles seem to
disappear.
here comes santa it's Christmas Eve,....he's finally here it's hard
to believe.santa and his reindeers are now flying high,....their
lonely silouhetes dot the blackboard sky.
Empty stockings line the living room wall, hung for boys and girls
who have images of santa's gifts racing through their minds,....
all in hope that they will find,.....their stockings filled to the
very top with toys and presents of every kind."
copyright joseph p.martino 2004
ITS CHRISTMAS IN NEW YORK CITY
It’s Christmas in New York City, come and experience
the sights, lights and sounds so pretty
That comprises the rhythm,beat and excitement of our
great big wonderful city.
It’s Christmas in New York City, now adorned in her Most glorious dress,
as church elders prepare the nativity scene and the Baby Jesus crèche.
Christmas trees displayed all over town adorned and decorated in
Gaily colored lights,bells,reefs and tinsel that glows and twinkle in anticipation of Kris Kringle
Sparkling brightly Day and night…boy oh boy what a magnificent sight.
Christmas tree stands gleaming bright and tall in department stores, promenades,plazas,malls, lawns, and homes.
In department stores all over town Santa is busy making his list for all the girls and boys presents and Christmas toys.
Saint Nick extends his warmest Christmas wishes to all who visit or call,
“Merry, Merry Christmas to one and all”… Here’s hoping, that on Christmas Day snow will fall.
Merry, Merry Christmas!
For, it’s Christmas in New York City.
© JOSEPH P.MARTINO
HERE COMES CHRISTMAS IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR
Here comes Christmas it’s that time of time of year for Santa to appear.
Snow is falling on the ground, everywhere you look snowflakes can be found.
Children wearing mittens in the snow, making snowballs they intend to throw.
Jingle bells a ringing, jing-a-ling, the sounds of Christmas echoes ring.
Parents and children skate on the lake, the children home for holiday break.
Children dream of Santa Claus as parents shop without a pause.
The days are bright, the nights so clear, the love and spirit of Christmas permeates throughout the wintery air.
Christmas carols sung at night under a dancing moon that glows so bright.
Chestnuts roasting, grown-ups toasting this special time of year, after a nip or two, all our woes and troubles seem to disappear.
Here comes Santa, it’s Christmas Eve, he’s finally here it’s hard to believe.
Santa and his reindeers are now flying high, their lonely silhouettes dot the blackboard sky.
Empty stockings line the living room wall, hung for boys and girls who have images of Santa’s gifts racing through their minds.
All in hope that they will find their stockings filled to the very top with toys and presents of every kind.
Poem by Joseph P. Martino
The Real Meaning of Christmas
Two thousand years ago the King of Kings was born.
'The Lamb of God' later made to feel the thorn,
If his words are accepted and not scorned,
They will make us all reborn.
Though God's grace, Joseph and Mary presented
A gift to the world that day, which we can all repay,
by living the ten commandments each and every day.
Try to remember and keep in your heart and mind
Jesus's gospel while here on Earth,
Redemption not a life lived in constant mirth.
Peace on Earth, good will toward man
Everyone should try it, whenever they can.
The Lord gave us the option and choice of 'free will,'
Now it's up to us to fit the bill.
So when you’re Christmas shopping for family and friends,
and money is tight at both ends,
Remember that the greatest gift of all,
Is your love of Jesus in the manger stall.
- A Christmas Poem by Joseph P. Martino
Christmas
C is for
Candles lit up
Sitting on window sills
H is for
The feeling of
Happiness
I is for
Everyone who travels
To the Island for Christmas
R is for the
The roll of dimes
That is given to charity
S is for
The shortbread cookies
That taste
Oh so delicious
T is for
The Christmas tree
M is for
Making crafts
To give away as presents
A is for
The presence of angels
S if for the snowflakes
Falling on the ground outside
By Emily Krauss
December Acrostic Poem
D is for
Decorating the green
And tall Christmas
Tree
E is for
Enjoying the merry
Season with family
And friends
C is for
Christmas the best
Time of the year
E is for
Eating gingerbread men
M is for
The joyful holiday
Christmas music
B is for
Yummy and delicious
Baked goods
E is for
Ear muffs
While outside
In the cold snow
R is for
Running through the
Winter snow in
Just a bathing suit
By Emily Krauss
A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE
It was six months ago, and a day,
when her husband passed away.
The doctors said there’s no more to do,
so she quit her job to help him through.
The child was sleeping when his father died,
to tell her son, oh how she tried.
The little boy cried that night,
full of fear, full of fright.
And on that night she lost her faith,
never to believe in the “Pearly Gate”.
She made a vow to never pray,
it meant nothing now, anyway.
At the funeral, he could only stare,
wishing that his Dad were there.
Tears were filling people’s eyes,
saddened by the young boy’s cries.
As the months went by, things got rough,
she went back to work, but it wasn’t enough.
With no food, no money, and bills to pay,
she just couldn’t bring herself to pray.
Before she knew it, it was Christmas Time,
and she wasn’t able to save a dime.
She felt so bad that she had no tree,
for all her son’s friends to see.
On Christmas Eve, they slept together,
she promised her son, she’d be there forever.
He asked her if Santa was coming tonight,
she whispered no, with tears in sight.
Her son would sulk, it wasn’t fair,
she hated to see him in despair.
She wanted to give her son some joy,
oh how she wished she had a toy.
THEN:
The mother got to her knees to pray,
asking the Lord to hear her say.
She asked for help to return a smile,
to the face of her little child.
On Christmas Morning, the boy was screaming,
she saw his eyes were wide and gleaming.
At the door were games, toys, even a bike,
and a card that said “for the tyke”.
With a great big smile and eyes so bright,
he kissed his mom as he held her tight.
She learned that a charity heard of her plight,
and frantically scrambled through the night.
THEN AGAIN:
The mother got to her knees to pray,
thanking the Lord for hearing her say.
She thanked the Lord for returning a smile,
to the face of her little child.
-- By Paul R. MacPherson
Somerville, Ma.
IT'S NEARLY CHRISTMAS
I write this in September
And I can already see my breath
Because the temperature is falling
To fifty degrees or less;
There are frosted mornings
And skies are turning gray;
Next thing, there'll be snowdrifts
Fit for a sleigh.
In stores, they're gearing for Halloween
With pumpkins on display;
After October 31, we'll count the days
To shop til Kris Kringle Day;
Just when I thought the craze was over
And the presents were put away,
Alas! I hear Santa "ho-hoing",
It's nearly Christmas Day.
Christmas is a magical time,
Is there any doubt?
But I'm going to need a psychotherapist
To get my anxeties out!
The sugarplums might be dancing,
But they're messing up my mind;
The silver bells aren't doing much
To help me unwind.
September comes and October goes,
November is just a glance;
Once again, there'll be invitations
To another holiday dance;
I'll decorate the Christmas tree
With icicles, stars, and lights,
But I'll need a ton of eggnog
To get me through this night!
--Joel Bjorling, Gilson, USA
Age 58
THE LAST PRESENT UNDER THE TREE
There is one last present under the Christmas tree,
I wonder whose it is?
Is it for the little girl with the rocking horse,
Or is it for Grandma or Aunt Liz?
It looks so lonely,
Sitting there by itself;
It’d certainly be an awesome addition
On "somebody’s" shelf.
The ribbon is gold,
The paper is paisley red;
"Who does it belong to?"
Keeps rattling in my head;
I decided to snatch a peek,
And see whose name is on the card;
It’d only take a second,
It won’t be very hard.
When no one was looking,
I reached under the tree,
Carefully handling the package,
"Who knows, it may be for me!"
But when I read the card,
I thought it was extraordinarily odd,
Because the message read,
"Love and blessings," God.
--Joel Bjorling
A Christmas Kiss
Rejoice that we are all together
For a day like this.
Two things keep us happy, warm
A Christmas hug from you my dear
And in return a Christmas Kiss.
Merry Christmas from the heart,
To ones I hope will never part.
I Wish That I Could Wrap Up Christmas
I wish that I could wrap up all the love and Holiday cheer
That comes along with Christmas and with New Year's every year,
Pack it in a pretty box and put it on my shelf
And pull it down again each year and give it to myself.
I wish that I could tie up all my favorite carols with twine,
Wind around some ribbon, too, and for twelve months call them mine
Until the next Yuletide came when the sounds again could be unfurled
And untie every single one then give them to the world
Reason for the Season
When eggnog's generously filling
Each and every Christmas mug
And siblings tour miles and miles
To greet you with a hug
There's scarce else I'll be wishing
Than this simple little prayer
Of peace and calm and blessings much
On Christmas Day this year.
Bundled Bird
Bundled bird,
It is Christmas time, so sing for us again.
Beautiful bird,
With magical rhyme, bring us smiles again.
Hold us please,
With every word, bundled bird,
Shake the snow,
Spread your wings, sing and let us in.
Bundled bird,
Warm from the storm; share your melody
It is Christmas time,
Sing once more and we will always love thee.
Again That Time of Year is Here
Again that time of year is here
When wreaths elves lights appear
The hue of Santa's suit and sleigh
Adding color the wintry skies of gray
Until pansies roses tulips grow
Melting all of the Season's snow
But I like holly gifts Advent more
Than all that springtime holds in store
For it's this I'll tell you I so adore:
Again that time of year is here
When wreaths elves lights appear.
Three Wise Men
Three wise men knowing not who you are
Ride across the desert following only a star.
Three wise men in honor of your birth
Ride across the desert chanting, "Peace on Earth".
Three wise men, wise by God's own hands
Ride across the desert traveling from distant lands.
Listen baby Jesus, sacred gift from Heaven handed down to Earth
Three wise men ride tonight to see your Holy mirth.
The Winter Heart
Wish but one wish when winter comes,
Dream but one dream of the past.
The light from a fire is in all our homes
But the flames from the hearth won't last.
For faint and few are the embers,
Snuggle up and keep on your gloves;
What the Winter Heart always remembers
Is the warmth of a heart that loves.
I walk the wicked winter wind
I walk the wicked winter wind
That dances up like nightlife
And almost am turned as snow is
To hibernate
Just one last time within your arms.
A Christmas Limerick
There once was a boy of Ole,
Who was mean, dirty and often stole.
But one day he was caught
And for Christmas he got naught
But an empty stocking full of coal.
A Dream of Christmas
I had kindled the hearth to warm my toes and started some Hickory brew
To heat up my insides as well, as another December day was through.
And breathing in that wholesome scent, I closed my worn eyes tight
Resolved that I might dream a bit that cold and snowy night.
In the almost formless shadows, the quiet cabin came alive.
Whispering messengers delivered me gifts as the clock struck Ten-and-Five:
The crackle of the fire, the creaking of the floor,
The childlike wintry whining of the wind beneath the door.
Like an echo ever-coming, sounds bounced from every cob:
From the eaves to the boards to my ivory doorknob.
And then in fright and worry I spun around in place
And there before my ornate mantle crept the shadow of a face.
The shadow bore a beard that stretched almost from sight.
It flickered and it quivered in the muted candlelight.
It seemed to hold immense respect for whom it reflect
And in that moment it was enough just to stay circumspect.
But as my nerves were calming enough to clearly think
The most surprising, brilliant light forced my eyes to blink.
There when I reopened them in beauty that made me gape
Were glistening elven sprites about and Santa donned in velvet cape.
Lo! It was the grandest thing to watch that cheerful pack
Race to lace the finest ruby ribbons round my tree and back.
From Santa's sleeves red ringing bells shot out like from a gun
Followed by green garlands and globes that filled the room as he spun.
Betwixt this glorious tumult open flew my shutter doors,
A gusty wind freezing cold the candles to their cores.
Gone was all illumination, in black the chamber stood.
I heard but recapitulation of the horn owl in the wood.
Then again the hearth flames livened allowing me to see -
No Christmas bells rang anywhere; no ribbons wrapped my tree.
My visit from Santa Claus had been but reverie.
So with a smile I lay me down to again with Santa be.
The Wreath is on the Door
The wreath is on the door
And the snow is on the tree
God has laid His holy hands
On all that we can see.
Be quick to raise your voice
And praise what He has brought.
Keep now His love in every choice
And Christmas in every thought.
A Winter Limerick
There once was a man made of snow,
Who grew happy and bigger whene'er the wind would blow.
But some kids playing a trick
Gave him a candle and a wick
And soon he was only H2O.