Christmas Poems for KidsShare these Christmas poems for kids with the child in your life. Christmas is such an exciting time for children, may these verses help bring Christmas alive for them.
Getting Ready For Christmas
Poet: Doris Wilder
Oh, Christmas is a time of year
I love with all my heart;
And best of all, I think I like
The getting-ready part!
We practice carols weeks ahead
And mail some things away
I get to help sign Christmas cards
And make the house look gay
We plan a program for our church
And make some gifts at school,
The postman brings us packages -
We hide them; that's our rule.
We trim the Christmas tree, we cook,
We wrap for all we're worth;
But best of all, we read once more
Of baby Jesus'birth.
A Ride With Santa
Poet: Ovie Pedige Tanner
I wish that dear old Santa
Would take me for a ride;
I'd like to drive his reindeer
And sit by Santa's side.
I'd like to help old Santa
Find all the girls and boys,
So each one might be happy
With Christmas books and toys.
Jingle, jingle, jingle,
Christmas toys we'd bring;
Jingle, jingle, jingle,
How the bells would ring!
You better watch out,
you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
Poet: Gay Dowling
A pound of fun
And a pound of joy
Make a nice present
For a girl or boy.
A cup of goodness
And a cup of love
Really are gifts
From heaven above.
A pinch of holly
And a pinch of pine -
Now, we know
It's Christmas time.
The Christmas Poem
Poet: Nancy Hartwell
God chose Mary to hear the Baby,
For she had no sin.
When she and Joseph got to Bethlehem,
There was no room at the inn.
Christ was born in a stable
And lay on some hay.
He had a ring above His head
A bright array.
Some shepherds - on that long-ago date -
Were watching their flocks by night
When out of the heavens came an angel
And a glorious light.
The angel told them where
The newborn King was laid.
So the shepherds hurried to the spot
And there their homage paid.
Three Wise Men searched the sky one night
And came across a brand-new star.
"A King!" they said,
So they started from afar.
Myrrh, frankincense, and gold
Were the gifts beside Him laid.
They bowed their heads,
And they prayed.
Happy Birthday Jesus
Night before Christmas
Poet: Adelaide Brookins
When candles shine all down the street,
Children come, singing carols sweet.
Homes are hung with sprays of holly;
All are merry - all are jolly.
A Christmas tree with tinsel gay
Holds gifts for all on Christmas day.
Children hang stockings in a row;
Santa will fill them to the toe.
When evening prayers have all been said,
Good little children go to bed.
Then comes the sound of reindeer's feet
With Santa in the driver's seat.
His eyes- how they twinkled!
His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses,
his nose like a cherry!
Clement Clarke Moore
Short Christmas Poems
Poet: Iris Lane Franklin
Christmas is for mistletoe,
Evergreens, and holly;
Christmas is for Santa Claus,
Red and fat and jolly.
Christmas is for hearts to love
And voices to sing.
For on that day in Bethlehem
Was born the Christ, the King.
Christmas Tree Alight
Ila Lewis Funderburgh
We've the loveliest Christmas tree this year;
It's on the lawn, but very near.
After dark when I went to see
The shining beauty of our tree,
There under branches deep and green
Was the sweetest sight I've ever seen!
By a bulb that glowed like a red, red rose,
A chickadee warmed his chilly toes,
Then fluffed his feathers and hid his head
And went to sleep in his nice, warm bed.
When I awake late in the night
And saw the spruce tree still alight,
I snuggled down, happy because I knew
The chickadee had a warm place too.
Whenever you give someone a present or sing a holiday song, you're helping Santa Claus. To me, that's what Christmas is all about.
Wait For Santa
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
You are counting down the days
Making wishes for many toys
Many times you heard the phrase
Patience, my little girls and boys.
Santa is watching just to see
If you've been good or bad
I know you will be full of glee
A good kid you are - for that I'm glad.
The tree is up and the lights are on
The stockings all hung in a row
The cookies you baked will be gone
When Santa's reindeer land on the snow.
Sweet dreams to you, now go to sleep in your bed
And if you happen to awake
You may see the tracks of the sled
But oh, not a sound you will make.
You must wait for Santa to leave
The house will be quiet and still
Before you sneak down to the tree
But the wait is all part of the thrill.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
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