Poems For Children About Christmas

Published: December 2018

Christmas Poems For Kids - Funny, Rhyming & Religious

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

  1. 1. My Dad Would Like To Be Santa

    I hope this short rhyming poem helps add to the excitement of Christmas for young children.

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    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.

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  2. 2. 'Twas The Night Before Christmas

    Clement Clarke Moore wrote this poem in 1822 for his own children. It is also referenced with the title, "A Visit from St. Nicholas". The poem is the origin for many of the modern notions of Santa Claus, his plump and cheerful white-bearded look, the names of his reindeer, and even the tradition that he brings toys to children.

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    '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!"

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  4. 3. The Littlest Christmas Tree

    Hello everyone. I was raised in Wisconsin among many cold winters and driven to writing by two great, wonderful parents whose imagination left all of their children wide-eyed with excitement during the holidays. I was told by my father that the pines talk when the wind blows....and if you listen...you can hear them. I hope this story will leave your family with an adventure into the woods to hear the pines talking.

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    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
    happiest grin,
    "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,
    loving ground.
    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
    in fall,
    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.

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  5. 4. Santa's Lazy Elf

    A special poem for all ages that teaches us we all must do our part. If everyone always did their best, the world would be a better place.

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    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.

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  7. 5. Listening For Santa

    Remember as a child when you were scared to be awake in the night on Christmas Eve? I thought I heard Santa one time, then Mom bent down and kissed my forehead. I'm sure she noticed my tightly squeezed eyes when she moved the blankets off my head.

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    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.

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  8. 6. He's Coming!

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    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!

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  9. 7. Christmas

    • By Kolton Myatt
    • Published: December 2015

    This story was created from my inspiration of each Christmas day and the memories made.

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    Poem 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.

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  10. 8. Two Letters To Santa

    As a child growing up in Newfoundland, I remember one Christmas when there was no snow a week before Christmas and how concerned I was that Santa might not be able to come without it. But, ah not to worry, by Christmas Eve we had at least a foot of snow on the ground. I can still remember the intense relief I felt that Santa would have no problem getting to my house.

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    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.

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  11. 9. Santa Claus

    I wrote this for my children. Christmas is very special to my children. They talk about Santa all day, and I love that innocence. I thought it would be cute to write a poem about Santa Claus and bring out that childlike wonder.

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    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.

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  12. 10. Santa's Gift

    Christmas is a magical time of year, a time when anything seems possible and we rise above petty differences and unimportant spats to wish the best for people everywhere. Santa Claus is the embodiment of the spirit that encompasses us during this season of happiness and good will. There are those, of course, who find no joy in Christmas, but perhaps with Santa's help, there is hope for them too.

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    Santa 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.

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  13. 11. Elfie

    This poem is to remind children the reason we celebrate Christmas. It's not just about receiving lots of presents; it's rejoicing in the holy birth of Jesus and what that's all about. It's about learning to look for the good in other people, wherever, whoever, whatever they are.

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    A 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.

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  14. 12. The Next Time Santa Comes

    This is a poem about Santa Claus from a child's point of view.

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    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.

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  15. 13. Wonderful Time Of The Year

    • By Colleen P. Beaudoin
    • Published: February 2006

    This poem describes so many people's most wonderful time of the year.

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    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.

    Christmas 2004

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  16. 14. Christmas Eve

    • By Emily
    • Published: December 2010

    I have always liked writing stories and poems. I like to write poems best, though. I was thinking about Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem when I wrote this one, but I didn't copy anything.

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    Young 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."

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  17. 15. What Happened On Christmas Eve

    I wrote this poem because it really makes people laugh and think about what happens on Christmas Eve when they are asleep. It also makes you think about the times you may have left your fire burning and what might have happened to Santa.

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    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.

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  18. 16. Sleigh Ride

    This poem was inspired by my collection of vintage Christmas cards.

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    A 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.

    Wind ascending,
    Sleep descending,
    As homeward bound we go.

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  19. 17. Christmas Time

    • By Nicola Fisher
    • Published: December 2014

    This was a poem I wrote for my three year old sister for Christmas time.

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    Christmas 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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