Christmas Poems - Page 4

The kings they came from out the south,
   All dressed in ermine fine;
They bore Him gold and chrysoprase,
   And gifts of precious wine.

The shepherds came from out the north,
   Their coats were brown and old;
They brought Him little new-born lambs—
   They had not any gold.

The wise men came from out the east,
   And they were wrapped in white;
The star that led them all the way
   Did glorify the night.

The angels came from heaven high,
   And they were clad with wings;
And lo, they brought a joyful song
   The host of heaven sings.

The kings they knocked upon the door,
   The wise men entered in,
The shepherds followed after them
   To hear the song begin.

The angels sang through all the night
   Until the rising sun,
But little Jesus fell asleep
   Before the song was done.

If I had one Christmas wish
For family and friends this year,
We would take the opportunity to strengthen values and beliefs
We hold so dear.

We would make time to sit at the table,
Break bread with those we love,
Fold our hands and bow our head,
Giving thanks to our Father above.

Read a book to the children,
Try to make the moments last.
Talk to them about family traditions,
Connecting with members of family past.

We would indulge in enjoyable stories,
Talk about our role models that paved the way,
Take comfort in the traditions that bring us together,
Creating a lasting bond, forever and a day.

Silent soft snow descends.
Lights reflect into the night.
The world seems to wait,
Hushed before Christmas's delight.

The days creep gradually shorter.
Children feel the magic grow.
Oh when will Christ's birth come?
"Soon," whispers the silent snow.

Cookies baked, trees trimmed.
The world builds anticipation,
Yet the manger is missing the Christ,
The Source of this festive sensation.

Coloured lights keep vigil.
Garlands and trees emerge.
Cards get mailed to kin.
"Come Christmas," children urge.

Then one night, the 25th,
A bell, a soft bell rang.
Then angels came and proclaimed
Christ is born, they sang!

The people sitting in darkness
Heard the joyful song.
They rang their bells and rejoiced.
Come, let's sing along!

Now, in this Christmas season
May Christ's joy rest every fear,
And may your heart grow younger
In the coming New Year!

Across a white December night,
Each home is filled with candle light.
The moon shines brightly in a golden sky.
Stars are twinkling way up high.

The cool, still air, a glistening frost,
Smoking chimneys on white rooftops.
The Christmas tree, the mistletoe,
Christmas carols, our loved ones at home.

Christmas is a time for merriment and cheer.
It's also a time to thank God we're here.
So when we wake on a bright Christmas morn,
Remember the reason we celebrate.
It's the day our Saviour was born.

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.

C----Christ born upon this earth
H----Hallelujah, praise God for his birth
R----Rejoicing our Lord has come
I-----Immanuel, God's chosen one
S----Star shining brightly from heaven
T----Treasures and gifts Christ was given
M----Mother Mary who bore us God's son
A---- Angel, God's messenger from above
S----Savior - and Sins Christ has forgiven

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.

C- Christmas Day, the church bells ring
H- Holy night, the angels sing
R- Rejoice and praise
I- In Christ our King
S- Sacrificed for all our sins
T- Through faith and love we worship Him.
​M- Merry Christmas, everyone
A- Amen, God bless
S- Share your love, have fun.

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.

For every Christmas carol we sing,
For every present under the tree,
For every child that smiles with glee,
It's still about Jesus.

For all the joy the season brings,
For every shiny, glowing thing,
For every Christmas light that shines without,
It's still about Jesus.

As the joy of giving is in the air,
Also, the bounty of many blessings with much to spare,
With food beyond measure in which we shall feast,
The rejoicing of precious life makes it all complete.

Giving thanks through prayer is a timely pleasure,
For the birth of our Savior is the greatest treasure.

For with hope and grace in which we are so faithfully bound,
For it is the love of our Lord God in which we were found.

Brings to my remembrance of how Christmas began,
A King was born to save the souls of all men.

Upon us now is that time of year again
When we think a lot about our family and friends.

The days are short and the nights are cold,
But our hearts are warm, which brightens our soul.

We endure the crowds to shop at the store.
It's worth it to us to find the perfect gift to give someone we want to buy for.

We put up lights and decorations all over the place.
Sometimes we put up so much we run out of space.

The kids are excited to go for a night ride,
To see all of the light displays people have created outside.

There are parties and dinners and food galore.
Everyone eats, drinks, and stuffs themselves 'til they can't eat anymore.

To some people, however, it's just another day,
Back in their box or alley or wherever they stay.

They see people shopping and eating and the lights all over town,
But that's not part of their world, as somewhere along the way the world has let them down.

They curl up to keep warm as the cold wind bites through their clothes.
Long forgotten are the days of presents with bows.

And others lie in a bed attended by a nurse.
Getting well and going home is what they are thinking of first.

All of the family get-togethers and eggnog will pass them by this year.
The doctors and nurses will be their holiday cheer.

Those who protect us abroad and will not be home,
They have to stay out there since the world's political views aren't monochrome.

So when we celebrate, we'll hold up a glass and toast them each year,
And hope the next holiday they will be near.

Hug your kids and keep them safe,
As some have never experienced that being a waif.

Enjoy your holiday and celebrate this season,
And when you toast, remember the others and maybe toast...for a greater reason.

Cold days and hard long nights.
Trees shimmed with tiny lights,
Their branches pointing ever high,
Reaching for the midnight sky.
Christmas is here!

Delicate snowflake dancing down,
Piling high across the town.
Children running 'round and 'round
While parents watch in the background.
Christmas is here!

Warming cold hands by the fire,
Listening to singing by the choir.
Stockings hanging in a row,
Wishing not to go so low.
Christmas is here!

As children climb into bed,
Santa arrives with his sled.
Mince pies stuffed in his mouth,
As he shouts:
"HO, HO, HO, Christmas is here!"