Poems For Children About Christmas
Published: December 2018
Christmas poems for children. Funny rhyming poems about Santa Claus and presents. Religious Poems for kids teaching the true meaning of Christmas. Including 'Twas The Night Before Christmas By Clement Clarke Moore the famous poem that inpired our modern version of Santa Claus.
17 Christmas Poems For Kids - Funny, Rhyming & Religious
His belly's getting bigger,
And his hair is turning white.
His eyes shine and sparkle
Like the stars on Christmas night.
He couldn't fit down chimneys
When he can just fit through a door.
One mince pie would never do
He'd only ask for more.
He likes a nip of brandy;
It sets his cheeks aglow.
When he forgets the words to carols,
He just shouts Ho, Ho, Ho.
He hasn't got a reindeer
That runs silently through space,
But his car is Eco Friendly
And could beat Rudolph in a race.
He can't afford a new red suit
With boots and matching belt,
But his smile is warmer than the sun
That can make the snow tops melt.
My dad would like to be Santa
And fill the world with glee,
So until they advertise the job,
He'll give all his love to me.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blixen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too--
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes--how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight--
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"Latest Shared Story
I remember hearing this poem as a little youngster. I would also read this to my daughter and nephews each year right before Christmas! It is a wonderful poem to share with your family!...
A Christmas Story For Children
The littlest Christmas tree
lived in a meadow of green
among a family
of tall evergreens.
He learned how to whisper
the evergreen song
with the slightest of wind
that came gently along.
He watched as the birds
made a home out of twigs
and couldn't wait till
he, too, was big.
For all of the trees
offered a home,
the maple, the pine, and the oak,
who's so strong.
"I hate being little,"
the little tree said,
"I can't even turn colors
like the maple turns red.
I can't help the animals
like the mighty old oak.
He shelters them all
in his wide mighty cloak."
The older tree said,
"Why, little tree, you don't know?
The story of a mighty king
from the land with no snow?"
Little tree questioned,
"A land with no snow?"
"Yes!" said old tree,
"A very old story,
from so long ago."
"A star appeared,
giving great light
over a manger
on long winter's night.
A baby was born,
a king of all kings,
and with him comes love
over all things."
"He lived in a country
all covered in sand,
and laid down his life
to save all of man."
Little tree thought of the gift
given by him,
then the big tree said with the
"We're not just trees,
but a reminder of that day.
There's a much bigger part
of a role that we play!"
"For on Christmas Eve,
my life I'll lay down,
in exchange for a happier,
And as I stand dying,
they'll adorn me in trim.
This all will be done
in memory of him."
"Among a warm fire,
with family and friends,
in the sweet songs of Christmas,
I'll find my great end.
Then ever so gently,
He'll come down to see
and take me to heaven,
Jesus and me."
"So you see, little tree,
we are not like the oak
who shelters all things
beneath his great cloak.
Nor are we like the maple
whose colors leave many
standing in awe."
"The gift that we give
is ourselves, limb for limb,
the greatest of honor,
in memory of him."
The little tree bowed
his head down and cried
and thought of the king
who willingly died.
For what kind of gift
can anyone give
than to lay down your life
when you wanted to live?
A swelling of pride
came over the tree.
Can all of this happen
Because of just me?
Can I really bring honor?
By adorning a home?
By reminding mankind
that he's never alone?
With this thought, little tree
began singing with glee.
Happy and proud
to be a true Christmas tree.
You can still hear them singing
even the smallest in height,
singing of Christmas
and that one holy night.Latest Shared Story
This poem touched my heart and the story of your beautiful parents behind it... I have only come across it searching online. I will most certainly be reading up on all your other inspiring...
Cute Christmas Poem About Working Hard
Five more days till Christmas.
Santa and his crew
were working overtime making
children's dreams come true.
Singing carols, whistling tunes,
as the hours ticked away,
except for little Edison,
the elf that went astray.
Instead of making toys
in Santa's assembly line,
he was hanging out with Rudolph
beneath the snow capped pines.
As Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus took
a look around,
they noticed lazy Edison
was nowhere to be found.
They decided they'd had enough;
this elf will surely be fired.
Scratched their heads and
realized another must be hired.
Dasher heard them talking
and thought this can't be so.
Never in elf's history has
someone had to go.
He searched the winter wonderland,
and under the Northern Lights
Edison and Rudolph were
frolicking in flight.
He said, "Come down from there;
your behavior's a disgrace.
Christmas Eve is almost here and
you're about to be replaced."
Edison soon realized his days
of slacking were done,
that there'd be consequences
for goofing off and having fun.
He knew he had no place to go
if Santa didn't let him stay.
His heart began to pound
as Rudolph ran away.
He hurried as fast as he could
to tell Santa he was wrong,
beg him for forgiveness
and show him he belonged.
As the other elves were caroling,
he tried to sneak inside,
but Santa saw him coming out of the
corner of his eye.
He placed his hands upon his hips
and firmly shook his head,
"What shall I do with you,
my elf?" Santa firmly said.
"I see you when you're sleeping.
I know when you're awake.
Did you not read your history book?"
he said for goodness sake!
Santa soon forgave him 'cause
his heart is made of gold,
and Edison became the
hardest worker I am told.
The moral of this story is
we all must do our part,
and jolly old St. Nick has always
had a heart.
Merry Christmas to all of you
on this holiest of days.
May all your dreams come true
as you gather and celebrate.Latest Shared Story
I absolutely wish I wrote this brilliant, funny poem. Well done to the author.
Poem About Child Waiting For Santa
A squeak on the stairs.
Could Santa be here?
Better pull my blankets
Up to my ears.
He comes down the chimney,
That's how he gets in.
Santa uses magic
To make himself thin.
I better keep still,
Can't make a peep.
He doesn't leave toys,
Unless you're asleep.
My door just opened.
Someone's by my bed.
It wasn't Santa after all,
'Cause Mom just kissed my head.Latest Shared Story
A falling sound in the chimney. Could it be Old St. Nick? Better pull my covers and go to sleep.
6. He's Coming!Santa Claus Is Coming To Town
He’s coming! He’s coming!
Santa Claus is on his sleigh!
He’s coming! He’s coming!
Magic reindeer – up and away!
He’s suited, he’s booted,
Snow-white bearded, dressed in red,
He’s coming, he’s coming!
Quick now, children, go to bed!
He’s landed! He’s landed!
Reindeer hooves upon the tiles!
He’s landed! He’s landed!
Bringing gifts and lots of smiles!
7. ChristmasPoem About Coming Together As A Family To Create Memories
It is seven a.m.,
And the snow is falling
As I look outside
At the carolers calling.
I wake up my parents
And rush to the tree
To find a room full of presents
Just for me.
The hot chocolate is stirring,
And the food is being made
As we head to my grandma's
To visit and stay.
As I see my family gathered
And laughing away,
I think to myself,
How I love Christmas Day.
I wrote a letter to Santa
To make sure he would know
It's only two weeks until Christmas
And we still don't have any snow.
Just didn't want his reindeer
To have to work too hard.
I was afraid they might get stuck
In the mud outside in our yard.
I mailed my letter on Monday,
Only two days ago.
As I dropped it in the mailbox,
It slowly started to snow.
It's been snowing ever since,
More as each day goes by.
I'm getting kind of worried now
That Santa will think I lied.
I'll write another letter
And mail it off today.
Tell Santa not to worry,
There'll be lots of snow for his sleigh.
9. Santa ClausCute Christmas Poem For Children
There's something truly magical
that happens once a year.
He comes while you are sleeping,
he and his reindeer.
His name is Santa Claus.
Perhaps you have heard of him before.
He lives with Mrs. Claus,
way up at the North Pole.
He has a factory
where they make lots of toys,
special toys just for you,
all the little good girls and boys.
On Christmas Eve, he loads his sleigh,
presents and all.
He shouts the name of every reindeer;
they answer to his call.
They begin to fly up in the sky.
Their journey takes flight,
and Santa knows he has little time before
nighttime turns light.
He comes down the chimney,
furnace, or front door,
scratches his beard and goes to work,
putting presents on the floor.
He eats the milk and cookies,
so quiet and discreet.
I never hear or see him.
He's gone within a blink.
As the morning barely creeps,
I run down the stairs,
presents are so pretty,
packaged with love and care.
The note says from Santa.
I squeal with delight.
Thank you, thank you, Santa.
I'll see you next Christmas night.
10. Santa's GiftSanta As The Embodiment Of Joy
The laughter of eternity's children
Resides in the glint of his eyes,
And his joyous laugh, which surrounds us all,
Leaves an echo that never dies.
The good will he sows so generously
Wraps us warmly in blankets of cheer,
And the words that he speaks bring great hope and joy
To small angels far and near.
To see a child's hopeful excitement
As he rests upon Santa's knee
Or the look of wonder on her face
When she encounters the magical tree
Overwhelms my heart with tenderness
And brings me lightness of mind.
Santa is here to spread his gift
Of peace to all mankind.
11. ElfieA Story Of A Christmas Elf
There was a voice in the wilderness,
An eerie, heart-rending, dismal sound.
'Twas Elfie the elf, and he'd gotten lost.
All he could see was snow and frost.
He's Santa's helper this Christmas Eve.
Somehow he hadn't seen the sleigh leave.
There were many elf helpers and reindeer,
So he hadn't been missed, that was clear.
They'd done their work, delivered the goods.
Then it was back to North Pole's neighbourhood.
Elf didn't know these streets or what to do,
So he started to sing to help him through.
Elfie was an elf who loved to sing
And would always sing most anything.
Truth was, his voice came out as a croak.
You'd think he'd gotten a frog in his throat.
He made folk laugh; they thought him a clown.
Elfie never let that get him down.
He had a heart that was made of gold,
Would help anyone, young or the old.
Now it was Elfie in need of help,
So he began singing his heart out.
He chose the carol "O Holy Night"
As Jesus was being born tonight.
Someone was out there shoveling snow.
He heard the voice and his heart was aglow.
Spotting Elfie, he ran to his aid;
In that moment, magic was made.
The helper took Elfie in, gave him food
And offered a warm bed he could use.
Elfie was grateful and got some sleep
After praying for this stranger's keep.
Christmas morning Elfie got a surprise.
Santa and his reindeer had arrived.
They'd heard him singing from far away,
And all became well for Christmas Day.
Poem About Santa Claus
The moon reflects the fallen snow
And makes it light as day
I lay awake upon my bed,
As the clock tick tocks away.
A sound pierces the silence,
Perhaps a sleigh upon the roof.
And rushing to the chimney,
The clip clop of reindeer's hooves.
My heart fills with excitement.
Could Santa Claus be there?
I gently tip toe from my room
And down the wreath-lined stairs.
Then almost in a whisper,
I hear a Ho, Ho, Ho!
And spy a hulking shadow
In the trees' prismatic glow.
I peek around the corner,
And sitting in Dad's chair
Is Santa Claus in all his glory,
Munching cookies I prepared.
His cheeks are pudgy, rosy red,
And his eyes are kind and bright.
I feel frozen there right where I stand,
Bewitched by such a sight.
He seems a happy fellow,
As he finishes his snack.
His bulbous belly shakes with glee
As he gathers up his sack.
And then I see beneath the tree,
Toys of every size.
Everything I ever wished for,
Laid out before my eyes.
And there beside the chimney,
As he prepares to take his leave,
Santa gives a hearty Ho, Ho, Ho!
Then winks and waves at me.
Then suddenly he vanishes,
As the chimney shakes with soot.
And all I see at that last moment
Are his black and shiny boots.
I feel so sad and thoughtless
As I watch him cross the sky.
I never even thanked him
Or wished him luck and said good-bye.
Well, next year will be different,
For I'll be waiting there.
And when Santa makes his visit,
I'll show him just how much I care.
I'll knit for him the longest scarf
To keep the cold at bay
And a huge and cozy blanket
To warm his lap inside his sleigh.
And when it's time for him to go,
He'll not use the chimney anymore,
For I will shake my good friend's hand
And blithely walk him to the door.
We've reached the end of another year
Where Christmas time is growing near
Friends and family we hold so dear
Will soon feel the warmth of holiday cheer.
Is Santa single? Or is he married to Ms. Kringle?
Is it the wedding bells that jingle? Or is it the reindeer as they mingle?
The brightest starts start to twinkle
As young hearts begin to tingle.
This is a very special time
For children of all ages and kind
To ask for whatever comes to their mind
And to see if Rudolph's nose really shines!
Santa's laugh is so unique and so profound
It makes his belly jiggle around
As he lands his sleigh down on the ground
He tiptoes up to the rooftops without making a sound.
He gets out his list
And starts checking it twice.
Who has been naughty?
Who has been nice?
Santa's philosophy as another year leaves:
Always believe that New Year's resolutions can be achieved.
Keep the faith; always believe in yourself and maybe someday
You'll get to meet the elves.
14. Christmas EveYoung Child Meets St. Nick
It was the night before Christmas and all were asleep.
No one made a noise, not even a peep.
The little tikes slept, all tucked in their beds
With pictures of St. Nick whirling about in their heads.
A little boy waited for old St. Nick.
And all of the sudden he heard the snap of a stick.
A sound out of doors made the boy jump.
He looked out the window and saw St. Nick on a stump.
The young boy looked with his eyes all aglow
At the man dressed in red standing out in the snow.
He tip-toed out of his room and down the hall.
He saw old St. Nick putting out presents and all.
He watched very quietly, peeking through a crack in the door.
He shifted positions and heard the creak of the floor.
The jolly man turned, and through his white beard smiled.
They just stood there and stared at each other a while.
St. Nick whispered, "Merry Christmas to you."
The young lad smiled and said, "And the same to you."
The jolly man went to the roof with a thump.
The boy looked out the window and saw him land on the stump.
St. Nick flew away calling, "Ho, ho, ho!"
And the little boy looked and saw only the snow.
He looked at the tree and saw presents there.
And then he knew that he might need to share.
He told his parents of his night in the morning.
Smiling they replied, "You were only dreaming, darling."
Cute Christmas Poem
Santa came down
The chimney with care.
Below was the fire
With a steaming hot flare.
As Santa squirmed down,
And his bottom was burned.
He threw down the presents
And simply turned.
His reindeer blew
The fire out.
And that's when we heard him
Let out a shout.
He woke up the neighbors.
We saw him leave.
That's why there's no fire
On Christmas Eve.Latest Shared Story
This poem makes me laugh all the time!! Great poem!
16. Sleigh RideA Wintry Sleigh Ride
Sleighing through the forest
On a late December evening,
To my sister tightly clinging
In our flying wintry bed.
Father briskly leading
The pampered horses heaving,
Beneath the heavens reeling
Round the pole star we are led.
Faster, ever faster
O'er the crunching, steely ice,
Tucked in warm and cozy
Like some picture postcard mice.
The mighty forest bows before us
Beneath its weight in snow,
A shimmering palace of ice crystals
Bathed in moonlight's glow.
As homeward bound we go.
17. Christmas TimeChristmas Poem For Children
In the distance, quite afar
I see the bright shining star
Although it's quite far away
It begins the story of this special day
Long ago, out of danger
Jesus lay in the manger
As shepherds watched their sheep at night
They suddenly saw the twinkling light
Which guided them all the way
To see the baby in the hay
The kings who also saw the light
Came riding through the cold snowy night
And even though they were quite old
They bought him lots and lots of gold
However, all around the earth
We all forget the special birth
Christmas is now much more fun
Now all the traditions have begun
Snowball fights with our friends
Playing all day till it ends
Dancing round the cozy fire
Listening to the sweet singing choir
There is of course one serious matter
Christmas time just makes you fatter
Eating lots of food at dinner
That won't make you any thinner
Putting up the Christmas lights
Brightens up the dark cold nights
Hanging decorations on the tree
Makes people happy and full of glee
And then we get to Christmas Eve
Where Santa's packed and ready to leave
The jolly man all in red
Expects you to be asleep in bed
With a sprinkle of magic and a wave of goodbye
Santa's reindeer fly high in the sky
Dashing through the snowy night
Santa's now out of sight
Now on the roofs Santa's slowing
But Rudolph's nose is still glowing
Climbing out the loaded sleigh
He eats your cookies off a tray
As you're asleep he creeps around
Trying not to make a sound
He leaves the presents piled high
Then flies back through the wintry sky
I love Christmas
It's so much fun
It's a happy time for everyone
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