My Dad Would Like To Be Santa
His belly's getting bigger,
And his hair is turning white.
His eyes shine and sparkle
Like the stars on Christmas night.
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.
His belly's getting bigger,
And his hair is turning white.
His eyes shine and sparkle
Like the stars on Christmas night.
'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;
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!...
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The littlest Christmas tree
lived in a meadow of green
among a family
of tall evergreens.
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...
He’s coming! He’s coming!
Santa Claus is on his sleigh!
He’s coming! He’s coming!
Magic reindeer – up and away!
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Five more days till Christmas.
Santa and his crew
were working overtime making
children's dreams come true.
I absolutely wish I wrote this brilliant, funny poem. Well done to the author.
A squeak on the stairs.
Could Santa be here?
Better pull my blankets
Up to my ears.
A falling sound in the chimney. Could it be Old St. Nick? Better pull my covers and go to sleep.
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.
It is seven a.m.,
And the snow is falling
As I look outside
At the carolers calling.
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.
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.
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