Merry Christmas Poems

Here are some christmas poems contributed by By Glenna F Mckinley. We are sure you will like her poems, and we thank her for making the contributions. You can also send your work for publication here. Tip: You can also copy these christmas poems and keep them in a file for use later while sending a card. You can also make minor modifications to suit your need.

Christmas Poems and Poetry

By Glenna F Mckinley

It's Christmas Time Again
(by Bob Lazzar-Atwood)

Put your problems on probation
Run your troubles off the track,
Throw your worries out the window
Get the monkeys off your back.
Silence all your inner critics
With your conscience make amends,
And allow yourself some happiness
It's Christmas time again!

Call a truce with those who bother you
Let all the fighting cease,
Give your differences a breather
And declare a time of peace,
Don't let angry feelings taint
The precious time you have to spend,
And allow yourself some happiness
It's Christmas time again!

Like some cool refreshing water
Or a gentle summer breeze,
Like a fresh bouquet of flowers
Or the smell of autumn leaves,
It's a banquet for the spirit
Filled with family, food and friends,
So allow yourself some happiness
It's Christmas time again!

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Message From Santa Claus

If it were in my powers,
I would bring peace and love,
To this world of ours,
But I don't have magic enough,
I can cross the sky,
and pass by the stars,
But I can't seem to stop,
Any of hatred's wars,
I see children on the street,
With no hope left,
in the eyes.
So many homeless people
with no where to sleep.
And my heart cries.
I can't give the things they need,
Oh But God I would try.
I'm only a fantasy,
that once took wings to fly,
Some are deceived,
by the gifts that money can buy,
But those who truly believe,
see the gift with the heart,
not with the eye,
I sometime stop and go to my knees,
and pause,
and I too always pray,
That we will find a end to wars,
and live in peace one day.
For all those who believe in me,
I will continue my cause,
Across the stars,
over the wars,
On Christmas Eve,
For the hearts that still believe,
In Santa Claus

©Judy Arline Puckett

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A Frozen Tear
By William Thomas

Winter in Kodiak, a time of little light.
The snow brightens the ground and the stars light up the night.
A cluster of Spruce sag deep, a drift in front of my car.
My heart weighs heavy. Thoughts of relatives afar.
A blustery wind blows, north then south.
A cold winter thirst, warm java for my mouth.
A homeless man sleeps, all bundled in clothes.
His heart deep with thoughts of past Christmas woes.
A handshake, a smile, a sip of my coffee.
A friend in waiting, I became to he.
Some food from the shelter, a warm place to rest.
His life for the moment, felt happy and blessed.
He told me the stories of days long ago.
My full attention, he required, to him I happily bestowed.
A veteran of the war, a father of four.
A long distance call seemed to matter no more.
The blanket of stars and the snow under his feet,
only brought back memories of a scar so deep.
A story from my life, I understood his loss.
To spend Christmas without family, there's no greater cost.
One more handshake. A "man-hug" goodbye.
His face looked of worry, wondered if I would be back tonight.
A job in Kodiak sometimes is so rare.
But I am happy to tell you, where I work is here.
A smile, a thought, the lending of an ear.
A thousand times more helpful than a frozen tear.

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Merry Christmas Daddy
In loving memory of
Frederick Herman Tegtmeier(9/11/1928 – 12/28/2006)

The Christmas lights twinkle
and reflect in my tears,
as I suddenly realize
it's been almost a year.

My daddy left us
and his earthly home.
He's off in the heavens
to eternally roam.

As luck would have it,
he left his best in me;
from his sarcastic wit
to his "evil eye" gene.

My sons' didn't know
much of my dad.
Still they cherish what little
time that they had.

But long before leaving
his home here on earth,
we all gained from his values
of pride and self-worth.

So my happy memories
Must dull the pain,
and soothe my soul
'til I'm with daddy again.

Contributed by Debbie Tegtmeier (

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We Took A Dive Christmas '95

'Tis is not sad in that Dad works so hard for his money?
Spends two weeks pay --- toys for his boys
Mommy frugal and bright, plans so Christmas will be right
Preparing for that special day, keeping two little boys at bay.
Then late Christmas Eve --- there are thieves
To steal in the night everything in sight
When the deed was discovered it was too late to recover
All the stores shut up tight, Dad's wallet now very light!

When one opens one's gift it is thought the gift
Was bought with on self in mind.
Christmas a happy time --- when there is crime?
What preserves pleasures is felt by the pilfering person
as he rips packages and bags he has stolen.
When he stares.
Then did he chuckle or brag?

I think the kids had fun that holiday
Love, health, each other together
And as Carly Simon would say;
"With every situation anticipation is the best sensation"
The thief can't take that away!

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Christmas 2000

Hustle and bustle and hurry and run
looking for gifts that bring so much fun. 
A visit to Santa we also must make
because of our children for all of our sakes.

The food preparations must get underway
like cookies and candies for our special day.
Gifts must be wrapped and bows must be ties
and trees must be trimmed and lights hung outside.

Cards must be bought and then must be signed
And addresses and mailed to reach friends on time.
The kids must be bathed and tucked into bed
where they will wait to hear Santa's sled.

But when morning comes midst all the squeals,
faces depicting what our children feel;
it makes all the hustle and hurry and run
so very worthwhile for these little ones.

Now let's remember the child in our lives
given to us when God's son arrived
to teach is to love each other and then 
to die on the cross to save us from sin.

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A Christmas Greeting

Sure hope you don't think this greeting is late
Cuz the Spirit of Christmas we celebrate
With joy in our hearts, as we ponder the love
Our God and Father was sent from above
Jesus is the reason we create such a fuss
our Emmanuel is born, yes, God is with us
This joy can't be contained in one day only
So Christmas has 12, that we might savor it slowly!

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The Christmas Gift

Born this night a world of sin,
The rince of Peace the Redeemer of Men.
This child of God, that was sent from on High.
To be born of Mary to suffer and die!

Rejested by men from the day of His birth;
To suffer and die on Calvary's tree.
For the sins of the world to set me free.
From Bethlehem to Golgotha, he never complained
Laughed at! Spit on! Mocked in shame!

He was born of a women, but He knew no sin,
This babe in the Manger the Saviour of Men!

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Cowboys Christmas

Sounds of sleigh bells and cowbells
can be heard for miles on the trail
letting us know it's Santa Claus
his buckboard is mighty frail.

Stops are miles and miles apart
delivering happy tunes and tobacco
in return getting moonshine or cowboy coffee
sheering cowboys before they go wack-o.

Sitting around the fire swapping tales
playing guitar, laughing and singing
drinking plenty of corn whiskey and coffee
all wishing they were in town a swinging.

Cowboys Christmas like others, is a once a year
sit back, get together happy afar
cowboys sometimes get loud and rowdy
all trying to get their equal share.

Life on the range can be very lonely
swapping long shifts keeping watchful eye
for cattle rustlers, robbers and Indians
never knowing what appears from the dark sky.

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A Letter From Santa Claus

Tons of happiness filed Ronnie's head,
as he read what Santa had said.
For he had sent him a letter that night,
which filled his little heart with delight.

And as he read that letter more,
Santa walked right through the door,
He filled Ronnie with lots of joy,
as he handed him a new toy.

Santa was the jolliest of them all
His nose was like a little red ball
He had a beard that was flowing long,
he looked perfect, nothing was wrong.

He didn't want Santa to go
He went up the chimney, and a kiss he did blow.
After Santa shouted goodbye,
Ronnie smiled and began to sigh.

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The Eve Of Christmas

Two thousand years have almost gone by
Since Jesus was nailed on a cross to die
His teachings were done by words and deed
And thousand would listen, and thousands would heed.
The words of His wisdom, and that of God
As many miles on foot would he trod
Let Peace be on earth, would be His command,
And nothing less than this should we demand!
On the Eve of His birth let us all be blessed
And thank our God as we see the end of our quest.
Let us all stand together, as brother and friend
And pledge our love, and respect to a world without end.
Together we stand, in joy and in sorrow
and praise the birth of Jesus with the light of tomorrow!

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