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Find Christmas poems and verses to share and express thoughts about this special time of year. Pages of poetry for the season.

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- Christmas For All Ages
- God's Greatest Gift
- God Bless
- Did Jesus Know
- It's Christmas Time
- Santa's Helpers
- Santa Claus Is Coming
- Christmas Is A Time
- On This Happy Birthday
- Here Is Joy
- Do You Believe
- Christmas
- Sweetly Chime
- Keeping Christmas

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- My Christmas Wish To YOU
- May You Always
- A Child's Wish
- The Three Kings of Cologne
- God Bless Us Every One
- This Christmas
- Smile On

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- Born In A Manger
- A Time For Joy
- If Only
- A Holiday Wish
- At Christmas Time
- Traditions
- Christmas In The City
- Anna's Prayer

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- The Christmas Star
- He Stands Among Us Still!
- All That Is Christmas
- Christmas Is . . .
- Years of Christmas Time
- Mary's Dilemma

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- Time For Giving
- What Christmas Means To Me
- Words To Consider About Giving
- Christmas Fun
- Are You Willing
- Christmas Is Always Young
- Sly Santa Claus
- Oh, Mary, How Could You?

Christmas Prayer

- A Christmas Prayer For The Home

Christian Christmas Poems
- The Christ In Christmas
- Christmas Time
- Christmas
- The Nazarine
- Oh, Mary, How Could You?

Religious Christmas Poems
- A Christmas Carol For Children
- A Message For Joseph
- The Stable
- Fear Not
- An Eerie Night
-The Eve of Christmas

Christmas Poems For Kids
- Getting Ready For Christmas
- A Ride With Santa
- Christmas Recipe
- The Christmas Poem
- Night before Christmas
- Christmas
- Christmas Tree Alight
- Wait For Santa

Short Christmas Poems
- A collection of short poems.

Still Stops Our World
Catherine Pulsifer �2015

Christmas a time for children
That is for certain
But for others
It is time to love your brothers.
A time where we do see peace,
Where fighting actually does cease.
Giving gifts and sharing with all,
When the world seems anew.
Like that first Christmas morn,
When Jesus was born.
A miracle that happened long ago,
Still stops our world and shines a glow.

The Peace of Christmas
Catherine Pulsifer �2017

As Christmas comes near the world changes
we see people's attitudes and caring ways.
People helping people really doing their best
To ensure this Christmas is one that will bring happiness.
A time of the year when the heart is open
To help others and to love one another.
If only this attitude could last all year long
Our world would be so much more peaceful
And happiness would be for all.

Why Do The Bells of Christmas Ring
Poet: Eugene Field

Why do the bells of Christmas ring?
Why do little children sing?

Once a lovely shining star,
Seen by shepherds from afar,
Gently moved until its light
Made a manger's cradle bright.

There a darling baby lay,
Pillowed soft upon the hay;
And its mother sung and smiled:
"This is Christ, the holy Child!"

Therefore bells for Christmas ring,
Therefore little children sing.

Christmas
Poet: M. Nora Boylan

C is for the Christ who came
     To this lowly earth.
H is for the harps that rang
     At our Saviour's birth.
R is for the ringing bells,
     Telling Christmas-tide.
I is for the crystal ice
     Where we go to slide.
S is for the schoolboy's sled
     When he coasting goes.
T is for poor Tommy Jones
     Jack Frost bit his nose.
M is for the merry part
     Of this Christmas day,
A is for the apple pies
     Grandma put away.
S is for old Santa Claus,
     Coming here to-night.

Santa Claus, coming here to-night.

A Christmas Message
Poet: Julie Hebert �2015

I have a message for you,
And I do believe it's grand.
During this Christmas Season,
It's time to take a stand.

Remember the reason for Christmas,
And what it represents.
Jesus, loving and welcoming,
It's not just about presents.

So take this Christmas message,
And pass it far and wide.
Christmas is a time for caring,
Let's share this message, amplified.

Old Santa Claus
Poet: Maud L. Betts

Old Santa Claus is a jolly man
Who brings us lots of toys, sir;
And none are happier Christmas time
Than little girls and boys, sir.

Have you not seen our Santa Claus,
With hair so snowy white, sir?
Just hang your stocking Christmas eve,
He'll come that very night, sir.

And if you watch, perhaps you'll see
This friend in furs hid deep, sir.
But I have never seen him once
I'm always fast asleep, sir.

Santa Claus is jolly, sir;
Santa Claus is kind, sir;
Santa Claus on Christmas eve
Comes riding on the wind, sir.

Don't Let Christmas Be
by Catherine Pulsifer, � 2017

Don't let Christmas be a time to be stressed
Don't let Christmas be a time to overspend
Don't let Christmas be a time to of no rest
Don't let Christmas be a time to ignore good friends.

Let Christmas be a joyous time
Let Christmas be a relaxing and happy holiday
Let Christmas be sharing of your dimes
Let Christmas be love in many ways.

This Holy Season
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, � 2017

As Christmas approaches we feel the winter air
May your heart be warmed by feelings that you share
Take the time to tell your love ones just how much you care.

This time of year is a time to treasure
One which can bring so much pleasure
With so much love it is hard to measure.

Special gifts to be found
And beauty all around
With music filling the sound.

Oh Christmas brings such joy
To so many little girls and boys
As they look forward to Santa and new toys.

May the world never forget
how this all began, the reason
that we celebrate this holy season.

Santa
Poet: Lettie Sterling

Chimneys standing in a row,
Down each one will Santa go.
He goes down one, comes back alive,
And then tries two, three, four, and five.

Santa has a wondrous pack,
This he carries on his back;
From it he takes candies, drums,
Dolls, books, trumpets, when he comes.

Near the chimney stockings swing,
What to them will Santa bring?
All of them I'm sure he'll fill,
Make them round and stiff and still.

Morning kisses curly heads
Lying snugly in their beds,
O how quickly they hop out,
Seizing stockings with a shout!

On the hemlock and the pine,
Light the candles, make them shine;
String the rows of corn so white
'Mong the gifts and tinsels bright.

Storemen's windows all look gay,
'Cause it's near to Christmas day.
Come and look in, girls and boys,
Get a peep at Christmas joys.

In high towers out of sight
Great bells ring with all their might;
Hear one, then another chime,
Telling it is Christmas time.

In the distance, look afar,
With their eyes upon the star,
Come on camels wise men three,
They the Christmas King shall see.

Dear Santa
Poet: Kate Summers � 2017

I am writing to say there is not much I need
I will let you choose and no matter I will be happy indeed.
You can get me some crayons or a book or anything that is red;
We get lots of snow so you could bring me a sled.

Thank you Santa for visiting me
When you get here make sure to look at my tree.
For beside it, I will leave some cookies and milk for you
For the reindeer I will leave carrots too.

The Spirit of Christmas
Poet: Stuart Briscoe

The spirit of Christmas needs to be superseded by the Spirit of Christ.
The spirit of Christmas is annual; the Spirit of Christ is eternal.
The spirit of Christmas is sentimental; the Spirit of Christ is supernatural.
The spirit of Christmas is a human product; the Spirit of Christ is a divine person.
That makes all the difference in the world.

Christmas Is Coming
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer � 2017

Christmas is coming, the close of another year
People are happy they spread much good cheer
More so at this time of year, my friend
Hold no grudges and quickly make amends.

In all that you do, may love be the rule
Love is stronger this season of Yule.
Christmas brings peace in the world which is good
If love and peace would stay, if only it would!

The magic of Christmas falls like a spell
If this feeling would stay troubles would dispel.
The magic of Christmas it comes from above
And fills us with goodness and lots of love.

An Old-Fashioned Christmas
Helen Monnette

I thought of an old-fashioned Christmas
When the world was aglitter with snow,
When stars, in their lockets of velvet,
Their silvery beams rain below.

Where a Christmas tree stands in a corner
Decked out in the season's attire,
With a pearl-white necklace of popcorn,
The stringing, the children's desire.

The shutters unclosed at the windows
And friendly the light shining there,
Like the neighbors who linger when passing,
For it is the hour of prayer.

I thought of an old-fashioned Christmas
And a church in the valley of peace,
And the bell with its silver chiming
That eased our cares ere it ceased.

The peals of the laughter of children
In toyland around the green tree;
Pleasing and happy the merriment,
How wonderful childhood must be.

The logs blaze bright in the fireplace
As the hearts that are merry and gay,
As the sleighbells I hear in the distance
And wish they were coming my way.

I wish you an old-fashioned Christmas
With neighbors and family and friends,
With church bells and singing and blessing
As the old year comes to an end.

Star of the East
Poet: Eugene Field

Star of the East, that long ago
Brought wise men on their way
Where, angels singing to and fro,
The Child of Bethlehem lay -
Above that Syrian hill afar
Thou shinest out to-night, O Star!

Star of the East, the night were drear
But for the tender grace
That with thy glory comes to cheer
Earth's loneliest, darkest place;
For by that charity we see
Where there is hope for all and me.

Star of the East! show us the way
In wisdom undefiled
To seek that manger out and lay
Our gifts before the child -
To bring our hearts and offer them
Unto our King in Bethlehem!

"Jesus is the reason for the season."
Christmas Sayings

Not A Disgrace
Poet: Greta Zwaan � 2018

"Mary, we're so disappointed; how could you treat us so?
What about our reputation? Folks will find out you know.

We thought we warned you discreetly, but it's clear, you just didn't heed.
What will we say to our neighbours? She gave into his greed?"

"Mother, I hear you, please listen. All that you taught I obeyed;
Joseph is not this child's father; he's the child for whom we have prayed.

I was alone in my bedroom and an angel came in the night.
He spoke but I barely heard him, my body was shaking with fright!

He calmed my fears and assured me that he had a message to bring:
God has chosen my body to nurture our heavenly king!

He is the child we have longed for; the promise that helped us to cope.
God, being faithful, has heard us, and He is rewarding our hope.

Mother, I know there'll be gossip, because folks won't understand,
But Scripture long ago told us that God had all of this planned.

Joseph and I will still marry; he knows the problems we'll face,
Like me, he too is God's servant. We're honoured, it's not a disgrace!"

Christmas Meditation
Poet: Martha Snell Nicholson

Suppose that Christ had not been born
That far-away Judean morn.

Suppose that God, whose mighty hand
Created worlds, had never planned
A way for man to be redeemed.
Suppose the wise men only dreamed
That guiding star whose light still glows
Down through the centuries. Suppose
Christ never walked here in men's sight,
Our blessed Way, and Truth, and Light.

Suppose He counted all the cost,
And never cared that we were lost,
And never died for you and me,
Nor shed His blood on Calvary
Upon a shameful cross. Suppose
That having died, He never rose,
And there was none with power to save
Our souls from death beyond the grave!

As far as piteous heathen know,
These things that I've "supposed" -
are so!

It's Not . . . It Is
Poet: Unknown

It's sharing your gifts, not purchasing gifts;
It's not wrapping presents,
It's being present
and wrapping your arms around the ones you love;
It's not getting Christmas cards out on time.
It's sending any card, anytime, at the right time;
It's not having the biggest and best Christmas light display,
It's displaying the Christ light that comes from your heart;
It's not Santa coming down the chimney,
It's Jesus coming down from heaven,
and giving us the gift of eternal life.

The Helpless Babe
Poet: Greta Zwaan � 2004

A baby lay in swaddling clothes, a helpless child was he;
A king whose robes were laid aside, He came to rescue me.

The stable was His place of birth, a lowly cattle shed;
The One who formed this very earth lay in a hay-strewn bed.

Judean shepherds saw the light, the message was declared,
“Behold! The King of kings has come!” Yet earth was not prepared.

Today this message still stands firm; He came to set us free,
He loved us so! He gave His life, what joy! What liberty!

We celebrate this won’drous birth, so let our voices raise!
Let hearts salute across the world and give to God the praise.

Rejoice! Rejoice! The Lord is born; the Son of God is here!
No greater gift can man receive; Rejoice, be of good cheer!

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