Christmas Poems - Page 3

I went to church on Christmas morn to hear the angels sing.
My heart was lifted with every chorus; the rafters, they did ring.
I sang along with joy in my heart, the greatest sound I've ever heard.
From "O Holy Night" to "What Child is This?" I cherished every word.

I celebrated the King's lowly birth; I shouted and danced about.
Then came along a "Little Drummer Boy," and I knew I was without.
What had I given the babe this year? A panic crossed my mind.
I tried to think of what I had given, but there was none to find.

Did I find a child and clothe him well? Did I seek a widow to bless?
Did I go to someone sick in their bed and try to ease their death?
Did I ask a sinner to say a prayer or tell him the Good News?
Did I give a beggar something to eat or at least buy him some shoes?

I bowed my head as the drummer boy played; my tears started to fall.
I didn't even give Him my best, let alone give Him my all.
So this Christmas, Jesus, I bring you my drum, the very beat of my heart.
I ask Your forgiveness, for things undone; it's the only place I can start.

People screaming at each other,
Words are cutting like a knife
Savagely they rip apart any joys they had in life
Children crying, messes made
Clothes all stained from a day of play
Short on money, no more credit
Can't believe how fast we spent it.
Tempers flaring, horns are blaring.
Joy is gone now, no one's caring.
Rushing home, tired from driving
Wife is hurt, she goes in crying
Kids are sick from all the snow
Where did all my money go
We plan for this every year
Faking smiles and good cheer
Miserable for 6 months after
Tension building no time for laughter
Next few weeks we barely eat
Buying chicken, no red meat
We know it happens every time
We block the truth in our mind
Once the fighting stops a while
Children happy, finally smiles
Damage done by what was said
Hardly sleep in your own bed
Holidays, they pimp with cheer
Over and over every year
Same old feelings of regret
Stress and anger, lots of debt
Is this what this day is for
Family's torn as if by war
Selfish people plague the earth
wanting for themselves
This day's for honor of our Lord's birth
Not a day for living hell
Merchandisers and big store chains
are the ones I wanna blame
It starts with TV and the ads
And getting all the newest fads
their targets, mainly kids and teens
Tools for dad and mom wants a ring
Grandma needs a new microwave
Look a sale, money saved
Saved for what I'll tell you a truth
Let's stop for lunch, get that corner booth
We pretend each day as we go shopping
That the prices must be dropping
People fighting over Elmo dolls
Wait a day that price will fall
Order everything online
Sure we'll save a lot of time
Blizzard hit somewhere out east
Planes are grounded for a week at least
Panic stricken what do we do
It's not my problem, I'm blaming you
Presents don't arrive in time
I gave you yours, now where's mine
What the hell is going on
This isn't right. it feels all wrong
I don't know much about the Lord
But if I were him I'd be really sore
All these people, all those gifts
All the travel, taking trips
I'm just asking, don't get mad
Shouldn't we all feel so bad
How many of you gave him praise
On this of all his special day
Shame on you and shame on me
Without his birth where would we be

It's not all about presents
Laying under the tree.
Trinkets made of gold
Mean nothing to me.

It's not all about money.
What joy can it bring?
It's being wanted and loved,
Not material things.

Possessions can't hug you
Or give you a kiss.
Christmas with loved ones
Is what I miss.

Christmas presents are just temporary.
Their joy is short lived.
Only love and loved ones
Are the greatest of gifts.

Over in the corner, 'neath the Christmas tree's green,
Are the tiny wooden figures, our Nativity scene.
Each tells a story, each plays its part.
Each holds a special place here in my heart.

Down from the attic, unwrapped with great care,
It just isn't Christmas if they're not there.
They're faded and dented, their paint chipped away,
But the love they stand for is as fresh as today.

And as the years go by and our days grow few,
Outside we grow older, inside we grow new,
And the tiny wooden figures are a symbol of love,
Of the grace and the peace of our God above.

By the side there stands Joseph, keeping watch in the night
The smile on his face, a reflection of light
In the hay kneels sweet Mary, so gentle and mild
So willing to sacrifice, all for her child.

And as the years go by and our days grow few
Outside we grow older, inside we grow new,
And the tiny wooden figures are a symbol of love
Of the grace and the peace of our God above.

In the hay, Baby Jesus, His arms opened wide.
The same way He lived, the same way He died.
Now He stands up in Heaven, and He holds the door wide,
And He says, "Welcome children! Welcome inside!"

And as the years go by and our days grow few
Outside we grow older, inside we grow new,
And the tiny wooden figures are a symbol of love,
Of the grace and the peace of our God above.

Over in the corner, 'neath the Christmas tree's green,
Are the tiny wooden figures, our Nativity scene.
Each tells a story...each plays its part.
Each holds a special place....here in my heart

Mama told me a story a long, long time ago, not like any that I'd ever heard,
all about a little girl mama used to know, how I remember every word.
Seems like a lifetime ago, though I remember it so well.
It was a Christmas Eve I'll never forget as far as I can tell.
We were sitting at the kitchen table, it was only my mother and me.
I was dreaming of Christmas morning and all the presents under the tree.
Dad wasn't doing that well and money was scarce that year.
Mama found a way of telling me without me shedding one tear.
She told me a story of a little girl and a Christmas long ago,
who came from far away, a place where it rarely snowed.
Santa was just a dream to her, but she believed so much inside,
that Christmas was going to be special, so she knelt by her bed and she cried.
"Lord, let Santa remember me if not just this one time.
I promise I won't ask for much, maybe a dolly I can call all mine."
She closed her prayer and thanked the Lord for all that she received.
She knew that Santa would really come if only she believed.
She wrote a letter to Santa, unfamiliar to most girls and boys.
Though her list was long and full, on it there were no toys.
Only things we take for granted, like new shoes or underpants,
hair bows for her sisters and gloves to warm her brothers' hands.
At the bottom of her list she asked, if it not be too much,
for a brand new baby doll she could hold and love and touch.
Then Christmas morning came and she looked beneath her tree,
Not a present to be found as far as she could see.
She didn't give up hope as she heard a knocking sound.
When she opened up her door, a great big box she found.
She called out to her mother and dad, brothers and sisters too,
She said, "My prayers were answered, there's something in here for all of you."
Her daddy got brand new boots, her mother new underpants, her sisters got beautiful hair bows, her brothers warm gloves for their hands.
Buried deep beneath the box was a brand new baby doll and a note that said, "Merry Christmas, I love you one and all."
I'll never forget that story because much to my surprise,
I saw the true meaning of Christmas shining in my mother's eyes.
For those of you who are wondering, as if you didn't know,
The little girl in Mama's story was my mother long ago.

This poem is about a childhood memory I will never forget. God bless all the mothers in this world, and may all your Christmases be ones to remember.

I found a little Christmas card.
‘Twas in a box of stuff.
I opened it and read it.
Its verse was written thus.

"Season's greetings and salutations.
Best wishes and all the best.
Happy New Year and live long,
And may you be God blessed."

There was something written
Below this little verse.
It was written in your writing,
Just like we would converse.

I felt the love in those words
Written by your shaky hand.
Tears filled my eyes,
As you can understand.

I love that little Christmas card.
My heart strings are all a strum.
That little card means so much
Because it's signed, "Love, Mum."