Find Christmas poems and verses to share and express
thoughts about this special time of year. Pages of poetry for the season.
Christmas Poems Page 2
- 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
- Sweetly Chime
- Keeping Christmas
Christmas Poems Page 3
- 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
Christmas Poems Page 4
- Born In A Manger
- A Time For Joy
- If Only
- A Holiday Wish
- At Christmas Time
- Traditions - Christmas In The City - Anna's Prayer
Christmas Poems Page 5
- The Christmas Star
- He Stands Among Us Still!
- All That Is Christmas
- Christmas Is . . .
- Years of Christmas Time
- Mary's Dilemma
Christmas Poems Page 6
- 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 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.
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.
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.
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.
"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!"
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" -
It's Not . . . It Is
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.