Poem About Christmas Traditions

14 Poems About Memorable Christmas Traditions

The holiday season is marked with a variety of traditions that have been established since childhood. While there are some universal Christmas traditions, each family has their own memories to cherish during this special time of year.

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A Christmas Wish
- By Debra L. Brown
- Published: December 13, 2018
Wanting To Spend One Day In The Past With My Family

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I wish I could go back to the past,
of Christmases long ago.
I wish I could see my loved ones
who have passed on long ago.

I wish I could go back to the past,
of Christmases long ago.
I wish I could see my loved ones
who have passed on long ago.

I'd love to be that child again
who sat on Santa's knee.
Yes, all these memories that I have
decorating the tree.

I wish I could wake Christmas morn
to see Daddy baking ham.
And to see my mamma making her yummy
famous candy yams.

I wish I could go to Grandma's house;
her cookies were the best.
The pies and cakes that she would bake,
she kept them in a chest.

Her house would smell like ginger,
with a hint of Balsam Pine.
She'd decorate the house with lights,
and it would surely shine.

All these Christmas memories,
it seems like yesteryear.
I'd love to go back to the past.
This is my Christmas prayer.
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A Precious Christmas Memory
- By Pat A. Fleming
- Published: December 24, 2018
Christmas Tradition With My Dad

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In the damp, dusty cellar, surrounded by boxes,
Our excitement just grows without measure.
Searching and sorting with loud shouts of glee,
As we uncovered the grand Christmas treasure.

In the damp, dusty cellar, surrounded by boxes,
Our excitement just grows without measure.
Searching and sorting with loud shouts of glee,
As we uncovered the grand Christmas treasure.

Christmas lights in a ball, but Dad's not deterred,
As with a purpose, he heads out the door.
And I spy from the window, for the time has now come,
For Dad to adorn our front porch.

The weather is frigid, his breath floats in the air,
And the sky is the deepest of gray.
The spirit of Christmas can be felt everywhere,
With the promise of snow on the way.

So I watch as my Dad makes his plan of attack,
While I sit comfy, cozy inside.
But I knew in my heart where I needed to be,
Out there shivering, but right by his side.

So I bundle up tight and I head out the door,
Nothing can stand in my way.
And I knew by his smile and his pat on my back
That he truly was glad that I came.

Now perfectionist Dad always knew what to do,
And for him every light had its place.
So together we stood, completing our task,
Precious memories these moments would make.

Under an ominous sky large snowflakes appeared,
And it seemed that the time had just flown.
But we both were determined to finish the job,
Though tired and chilled to the bone.

As the last light was placed, complete darkness prevailed,
We had accomplished our goal just in time.
The smell of Mom's cooking floated by in the air,
And the feeling of success was sublime.

Now into the house, I run with such joy,
To summon all family to come.
And we stand on the street, as Dad plugs in the lights,
Illuminating our world one by one.

For certain it's Christmas and my heart feels so full,
With the beauty of color and shimmer.
But being with Dad sharing time in the cold
Is forever what I will remember!
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Christmas In My Eyes
- By Ella J. Phillips
- Published: December 13, 2018
What Christmas Is To Me

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People saying, "Ho, Ho, Ho"
Lovers kissing under the mistletoe
Children playing in the snow

People saying, "Ho, Ho, Ho"
Lovers kissing under the mistletoe
Children playing in the snow

Families making homemade treats
Teens with fuzzy socks on their feet
Dogs and cats sitting by the fire heat

Shoppers looking for the best gift
Employees working on their last shift
Students getting home before the snow drifts

Choirs singing, "Noel, Noel, Noel!"
Volunteers ringing little bells
Candles with winter smells

Reindeer flying through the skies
Everyone waking up to a surprise
That's what Christmas is in my eyes
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My Christmas Wishes
- By Beryl L Edmonds
- Published: December 13, 2018
Memories Of Christmases Past

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I wish for my lost loved ones to spread wings
So they'd fly back and share all Christmas things,
Just as they did back in their days on earth
And the holy birth was a source of great mirth.

I wish for my lost loved ones to spread wings
So they'd fly back and share all Christmas things,
Just as they did back in their days on earth
And the holy birth was a source of great mirth.

Then they'd see snowflakes fall softly to the ground,
Hear carol singers make beautiful sounds.
Children excited for Santa to arrive,
Christmas trees aglow and blazing firesides.

Church bells chiming to announce the new King,
Born as a host of Angel voices sing.
In humble conditions came Mary's boy.
Unto the world a sweet bundle of joy.

Thoughtful tokens handed out as a gift.
Times may have been hard, but love made us rich.
Games and charades when there was no TV.
Fish paste sandwiches and jelly for tea.

But it's unlikely my wishes come true.
I'll send love in a prayer, I usually do,
And ask God to share my heart all around
For peace on earth that knoweth no bounds.
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The Joy Of Christmas
- By Maddy R. Kohler
- Published: December 13, 2018
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Christmas is a loving hug
Or roasting chestnuts on the rug.
Christmas is one's first snow
And wrapping presents up with bows.

Christmas is a loving hug
Or roasting chestnuts on the rug.
Christmas is one's first snow
And wrapping presents up with bows.
Christmas is sledding over the ice,
And giving presents feels so nice.
Christmas is a friend.
I never want Christmas to end.
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My Childhood Christmas Memories
- By Paul Hayward
- Published: December 18, 2018
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My childhood Christmas memories always make me smile.
I'll often drift to long ago and stay there for a while.
Remember singing carols long before the date?
Of counting days from Halloween, I really couldn't wait.

My childhood Christmas memories always make me smile.
I'll often drift to long ago and stay there for a while.
Remember singing carols long before the date?
Of counting days from Halloween, I really couldn't wait.
Recalling cherished carefree times that advent used to bring.
The infant class nativity, the songs we used to sing.
The being good, the secret smiles when making Christmas wishes,
The showing off to Santa by drying up the dishes.
"Eat your food, the elves are watching" was often said to me,
And though I'd quickly turn my head I never got to see,
And it always snowed at Christmas, least that's what I recall.
Standing by the fireside glow, watching the snowflakes fall,
I well recall the bustling shops, not frenzied like today.
The kindly smiles and gestures that set you on your way,
I crave the smells, and seasonal sights, the tastes that were sublime,
The long gone folk who touched our lives so much at Christmas time.
The sleepless nights on Christmas Eve, a mix of joy and fear,
While listening out for Santa Claus (I heard him every year),
And sleep might come eventually, though fitful if at all.
Then up I'd jump on Christmas Day, the greatest time of all,
Waking up the family to see if he had been,
Closing eyes and walking in to see the festive scene,
Running to a pile of gifts, "I can't believe my eyes."
"How did you know I wanted that?" and "What a great surprise!"

And then one year the magic did not seem to be as strong.
To believe in Father Christmas was childish and quite wrong,
So I never heard his sleigh bells on Christmas Eve again,
Nor saw snow at Christmas, just wind and sleet and rain.
And so it was for many years, my childhood Christmas gone.
Grown up responsibilities was the order from now on,
Until that is the greatest gift, a child to call my own.
Her Christmas Eve excitement by me was so well-known,
And as I kissed her goodnight last year and closed the door,
I swear I heard his sleigh bells upon the roof once more.
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Christmas Now And Then
- By Wayne Baggerly
- Published: December 2007
Poem Remembering A Childhood Christmas

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Well, it is December, and Christmas is almost here
Another happy Christmas for family and good cheer
There will be tables loaded with turkeys, hams and sweets
We know there will be more than we could ever eat

Well, it is December, and Christmas is almost here
Another happy Christmas for family and good cheer
There will be tables loaded with turkeys, hams and sweets
We know there will be more than we could ever eat

There will be a big tree shining so bright
With beautiful decorations and pretty shiny lights
Under that tree there will be presents galore
So many you would wonder how there could be anything left in the store

Christmas now is really so much fun
But gosh there is just too much for everyone
My thoughts go back to a cold Christmas long ago
To a family not blessed with riches and gold

Our little tree was kind of skimpy, with some ribbons and a few shiny balls
But to us it stood magnificent, the greatest of them all
Under that tree was a present for Raye, a present for Sister and a present for me
And we could hardly wait as we would open them with glee

There was not a lot of fancy food on that table, times were kind of tough
But we were all happy, and for us it was enough
We were so thankful as we thanked the Lord above
We knew what we had was paid for with Daddy's hard work and Mama's love

I'm thankful that we now have so much and our blessings are many
And it is good to live in this great land of plenty
But I would gladly give every material thing that I own
To have one more Christmas with Mama and Daddy and my two sisters at home

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A Poem Of Bliss
- By Roxanna
- Published: December 2010
Merry Christmas Poem

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A happy fat Santa busy one day, looks to his elves,
All busy with work and no play.

A little boy running through the snow lays down to make angels,

A happy fat Santa busy one day, looks to his elves,
All busy with work and no play.

A little boy running through the snow lays down to make angels,
All neat in a row.

A pine tree drug through a living room and sat in place,
Awaits the smiling faces, to decorate it with beautiful lace.

A mistletoe hung above,
is just the place for a new and kindering love.

A group of carolers out in the cold,
Sing beautiful songs for the young and thee old.

A delicious dinner made on Christmas, Is begun with prayer,
And is eaten with love and care.

Anxious children are told to sleep, though they are too excited to try.
So they lie awake and watch for a sleigh in the sky.

On Christmas morning, many will gather, sharing gifts and a story,
While adults smile at their children with pride and infinite glory!

Merry Christmas
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Christmas
- By Kolton Myatt
- Published: December 2015
Poem About Coming Together As A Family To Create Memories

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It is seven a.m.,
And the snow is falling
As I look outside
At the carolers calling.

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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Christmas Feelings
- By Maria Carrion
- Published: December 2014
Poem About Christmas With Family

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Picture

That cheerful feeling
In the air
With a bit of love
All around

That cheerful feeling
In the air
With a bit of love
All around

The food is on the table
And the presents under the tree
Dinner is ready
So come on, let's eat

Everyone is at the table
Eating their Christmas meals
Because it's the most
Wonderful time of the year

Look out your window
Thank God for letting it snow
It's the best time of the year
To spend it with the family

The night has passed
And the day has come
There are presents to open
And more fun to come

But it's not about presents
It's not about food
It's about family time
That's Christmas time
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Christmas Sensations
- By Arlene Blessing
- Published: November 2008
Christmas Poem For Family And Friends

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Christmas lights twinkle and shine as bright
as the stars in the sky on a cold, clear night.
The fresh blanket of fallen snow,
it looks so pretty on the tree boughs.

Christmas lights twinkle and shine as bright
as the stars in the sky on a cold, clear night.
The fresh blanket of fallen snow,
it looks so pretty on the tree boughs.
People bundled up so warm, rushing to and fro,
don't forget the mistletoe!

Child laughter, building snowmen, sled riding or ice skating,
they are all patiently waiting.
Quiet whispers and footsteps creeping,
very soon you'll hear paper crinkling.
Keeping beat with the Christmas season are bells ringing,
the rhythm and rhyme come from the carolers singing.

The turkey is stuffed and ready for roasting,
the bread has risen and ready for toasting.
The soft glow of a cinnamon scented candle is fine,
the Christmas tree that smells like pine.
Pumpkin pie, apple pie and all the cookies you can eat,
a cup of cocoa and a candy cane sure are sweet.

Most important is family, friends and lots of caring,
cuddles, kisses and hugs for sharing.
Grab your slippers and a cozy robe and come sit by the fire,
hurry along before Grammy retires.
Let me read you a story and you stay awhile,
your children and their children all smile!
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Holiday
- By Erica Raftery
- Published: November 2009
Quality Family Time At Christmas

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fall's brief stay
has given way
to winter's cold winds
bare trees throwing bleak shadows

fall's brief stay
has given way
to winter's cold winds
bare trees throwing bleak shadows
across barren fields of brown and gray
inside, the dog quietly chews his rawhide
while mom is in the kitchen
strenuously preparing dinner
she whips the potatoes like a human tornado
these potatoes will not have any lumps
she promises her family
I sit quietly by the fire reading a book
and listening to the burning wood
and how it resembles a tree limb snapping off
when it's time to eat
mom says, "Gather 'round"
we say a quick prayer
and then we all chow down
when our bellies are full
we will sit on the couch
and listen to each other
tell jokes of one another
when the joking is done
we will all go home
and wait for the sound
of the white haired jolly fellow's reindeer
to clomp on top of the house
pyramids of presents are
then put under the tree
two for you and four for me
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Christmas
- By Marlena
- Published: March 2008
Christmas Is For Quality Time With Loved Ones

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'Tis the time to hug,
And stay warm and snug.
Time to ice skate over the frozen lake,
And for the sugar cookies to bake.

'Tis the time to hug,
And stay warm and snug.
Time to ice skate over the frozen lake,
And for the sugar cookies to bake.
It is Christmas,
Occasional fog or mist.
Children get snow days,
And go out to play on sleighs.
On Christmas day it is fun,
There are just clouds and no sun.
You open your presents,
Which your family sent.
The kids just rip the wrapping,
And can't stop laughing.
Kids get toys,
Specially made for girls or boys.
Teens get phones and games,
And call their siblings lame.
The kids go out to make angels in the snow,
Running through the cold air that blows.
No one wants the day to end,
So some decide to share gifts or lend.
The families take off their bootlaces,
And get warm by the fireplace.
Christmas is when your family comes,
And when they all love.
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Christmas
- By Sandra Hearth
- Published: December 20, 2018
Remembering The True Christmas

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December is here and there's ice all around.
All the leaves are gone and the soil has hardened on the ground.

Icy breath as you exhale,

December is here and there's ice all around.
All the leaves are gone and the soil has hardened on the ground.

Icy breath as you exhale,
Waiting for wrapped parcels to be delivered in the mail.

Baubles and tinsel and candy canes,
Snow now settling on the window panes.

Trees all a glitter as we pass by.
Hot cups of chocolate and homemade mince pie.

Smells of puddings, cakes and all things good,
Crackling fires as we burn more wood.

Carols heard from across the park.
Lights all glistening as they brighten up the dark.

Families gather to spend this day as one,
Hugging, talking, putting right all that's wrong.

But much more than all of this above,
This is a time for forgiveness and love.

It's Christmas and a time of joy.
It's the birthday of a special baby boy.

It's about a story that's lasted throughout the ages of time,
About a man who turned water into wine.

He helped and he protected all in need,
And the poorly he healed and the hungry he did feed.

A gift above gifts, for all of mankind.
So perfect, so gentle, so divine.

A time to celebrate on the 25th of December.
A time to be grateful and a time to remember.

With thanks and gifts they did bring.
It's time once again to rejoice the birth of a king.
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