Poems About Christmas Traditions

Christmas time is almost here
As the snow falls gently to the ground
Families will come together far and near

Children bundled up in their warm winter gear
Ready to build snowmen fluffy and round
Christmas time is almost here

Elf and Home Alone making you laugh in tears
With your most loved ones around
Families will come together far and near

With the tree shining bright and clear
And Jingle Bells playing in the background
Christmas time is almost here

Mom's special cooking will soon appear
And so will those few extra pounds
Families will come together far and near

With grandma's hot chocolate we cheer
For the time we've been waiting for so profound
Christmas time is almost here
Families will come together far and near

Have you observed this Christmas thing?
How shoppers shop and sleigh bells ring,
And children wrapped in muffs and cuffs
Are trying out their newfound stuff.

Have you observed how fast it comes,
Overtakes, invades our homes?
How life takes on that quickened pace
That makes each day another race.

But have you noticed how the rush
Is stayed with times of holy hush?
And no one ever seems to know
From where they come or where they go.

A pause upon a Christmas stage,
A costumed, bearded ancient sage,
Points to a distant tinseled sky,
And all at once the Christ is nigh.

Or at a time when by the tree
The children watch so eagerly,
As shining bells are put in place
And wonder fills each tiny face.

Or by the fire when children sleep
And parents whisper so to keep,
The stillness of the fading day
As treasures in their hearts to stay.

Or when amidst the candlelight
The choir begins, "Oh, Holy Night,"
And lives so filled with busyness
Are wafted to a quiet bliss.

So as the season comes your way
For you and yours, we humbly pray
That in this time of Christmas rush
You will find that holy hush.

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.

Mistletoe hung above,
is just the place for a new and kindling love.
   
A group of carolers out in the cold,
Sing beautiful songs for the young and the 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

I lie here awake, afraid to sleep.
I've prayed the Lord my soul to keep.
My stocking is hung on my bed,
Really brother's long sock instead.

But Mum said it would do for now
As she kissed my cheek, kissed my brow,
She tucked me in on Christmas Eve
When I was young and still believed.

Was that a footstep on the stairs?
My brother's snoring really scares.
Will he get down that chimney tight?
Will I get my first glimpse tonight?

I lie awake, for ages and ages,
Skimming last year's Beano pages,
Under my blanket torch alight,
Getting sleepy, losing the fight.

Woke next morning, screams of glee.
Missed him again; how could that be?
A bulging sock suspended there,
An apple, an orange, maybe a pear.

Cadbury's chocolate! What a delight!
Three new pennies: shiny and bright,
A piggy bank with its own key.
It wasn't much but meant all to me.

The front room always looked divine,
A roaring fire, the smell of pine,
Tinsel draped on the real fir tree,
Foil wrapped chocolates just for me.

Silver baubles' reflections revealing,
Paper chains strung on the ceiling,
Needles dropping on linoleum
Swept up daily by tidy Mum.

Lone present 'neath the Christmas tree,
Wrapped really well, was that for me?
This was as good as it could get,
I've got a new Meccano set.

Ripped off wrap all over the floor.
One present each, but that was more
Than we could expect; times were hard,
Some mates didn't get a Christmas card.

So ten young children eat the grub
Which cooked while Dad was at the pub.
He'd already had a drink or two,
But then, it was his holiday too.

Poor Mum would have to slave away,
No fun for her on Christmas day.
Times were tough, yes, I agree,
But at six years old, it worked for me!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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

Oh, to capture Christmas
In the palm of one's hand;
To clasp, like a jeweled strand,
Every memory dear and grand.

To cherish and remember
Every cold, colorful December;
The cheery topaz embers
Of a lazy Christmas Eve.

Mother and brother trimming the tree
In diamond and emerald symmetry,
While father prepares his special tea.
And I at the spinet, the tinkling gem-like tones,
Harmonizing with my own voice
And the winter's gusty moans.

The choirs, the carols,
The crystal-voiced heralds
Announcing the sapphire dawn;
The untidy wrappings,
The candies, the mince,
The parent's enveloping yawns.

Christmas with my family,
So dear, so long ago;
May the old times, like a garnet,
In my memory ever glow.

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 a while,
your children and their children all smile!

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 with 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

'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.