Christmas Poems Page 2Christmas For All Ages Poet: Julie Hebert © 2015
When we were kids ourselves, We thought of Christmas time, To be just for us, Parents were not the prime. But now that we are older, We see that Christmas is great. Not just for young children, But for for us adults who love to celebrate.  God's Greatest Gift Poet: Catherine Pulsifer © 2017 God's greatest gift was sent to all He was born in a lowly manger stall The gift of Jesus to those who believe Is a gift of love and life for all. God's love was shown in his Son He came that we may live as one Our thanks and praise can not express Our love for God that brings happiness. So at this Christmas time rejoice Praise the Lord with your voice The miracle of that special birth Shows how much God thinks you're worth. God Bless Poet: Unknown God bless the master of this house, And all that are therein, And to begin this Christmas tide With mirth now let us sing. For the Saviour of all people Upon this time was born, Who did from death deliver us, When we were left forlorn. Did Jesus Know Poet: Catherine Pulsifer © 2017 Did Jesus know the price that he would pay When he was born to us on that long ago Christmas day. God loved us so much he sent His Son, you see But many objected and could not agree. Jesus still teaches us today, The Word such a treasure And for those who follow The Word life is full of pleasures. Still celebrated today this baby born so long ago Causes peace, goodwill and still sets the world aglow. Stop and think how many things do not survive But yet today, The Word is still alive. So during this Christmas season, Take time and reflect on the reason.  It's Christmas Time Poet: Julie Hebert, © 2015 Towards the end of November, You start to feel it in the air. Christmas time is coming, As it does but once a year. So many things to get done, Presents, Christmas greetings and more. This rushing season has begun, Sometimes feeling like a chore. But once things get done, You can relax a little more. Sit back and take in the season, All the favourite things you adore. Enjoy all the music And the calmness that it brings. Sing about Rudolph, And the three wise kings. Let the light aluminate, Your house, yard and tree. There is magic in the air, I think we'd all agree. Santa's Helpers Poet: M. Nora Boylan The fairies and brownies on last Christmas-tide Decided to open their hearts very wide, And spend extra time, throughout the whole year, In helping their grandfather - Santa Claus dear. "Our fingers are nimble. We'll quickly make toys Enough to supply all the girls and the boys, And Santa may watch us to see if it's right, So all will be ready before Christmas night." Then bravely they all went to work with a will, And soon all was quiet in workshop and mill; For old Santa said, "Enough, and well done, We've toys enough now to make all kinds of fun." We thank you, old Santa, and your helpers, too, For all of the many kind things that you do; And should you need more help in making your toys, Just call on your small friends, the girls and the boys.  Santa Claus Is Coming Poet: M. Nora Boylan Santa Claus is coming - we shall welcome him with glee; He'll hang a gift for every one upon the Christmas-tree; He'll not forget a single child. How happy we shall be; For Santa Claus is coming. But we must remember all that we must do our part; Christmas is the time of times, to give with all our heart We must always share our joys with those who have no part, When Santa Claus is coming. Christmas Is A Time by Catherine Pulsifer © 2017 Excitement and anticipation For boys and girls A time for dreams and whishes. A time for families to come together A time for friends to celebrate A time for fun and good cheer A time for caroling and music too. A time to decorate the house And trim the tree. A time to wrap the presents And fill the stockings. But at Christmas time we Should remember that first Christmas Take the time to thank God above For sending His son for those He loves. On This Happy Birthday Poet: Charlotte B. Merritt On this happy Birthday Of our Saviour King, Come, dear little children, Sweetly let us sing Bethlehem's star is shining, Holy is its ray, To the world proclaiming Christ was born to-day. Wise men came to worship, Wise men from a-far, Guided by the glory Of that holy star. Now He reigns forever. Loving you and me; Joyful, let as praise Him Round our Christmas tree. Here Is Joy Poet: Unknown Here is joy for every age - Every generation; Prince and peasant, chief and sage, Every tongue and nation, Every rank and station, Hath to-day salvation. Alleluia! When the world drew near its close, Came our Lord and leader; From the lily came the rose, From the bush the cedar, From the judge the pleader, From the saint the feeder. Alleluia! God, that came on earth this morn, In a manger lying, Hallow'd birth by being born, Vanquished death by dying, Rallied back the flying, Ended sin and sighing. Alleluia!  Do You Believe Poet: Catherine Pulsifer © 2015 Do you believe Or do you feel deceived I hate to tell you But the famous Santa is for real Trust me, he is a big deal! Santa represents giving and all things for which we give thanksgiving His brings joy to many girls and boys So you see he does bring more than just toys. We should all practice the spirit of Mr Claus But always stop and give a pause For the blessings that Christmas brings And be thankful for the simple things. Christmas Poet: Eldred Herbert What does Christmas mean to me? It's gold and glitter on a tree, It's folks, all, working with8 a will, The larder, where the goodies spill; Turkey roasting in the pan; It's "peace on earth, goodwill to man"; It's loved ones coming through the door, Exchanging gifts, and so much more. It's following, still, that Christmas star, And knowing the where e'er you are, The "manger scene" is just as dear Today, as it was, that first year. That Christ was born on Christmas day, A Babe to lead us all the way; Today He is that Christmas Star, Our Guiding Light, that shines afar. The angels heralded in His birth, And mortal man knew not His worth; They let Him in a manger lay, And sheltered those with earthly pay; But wisemen and the shepherds came, To pay great homage to His name; He gave His life that we might live, So, let us, too, our homage give. That is what Christmas means to me, It's gold and glitter on the tree, It's Christ suspended on the cross, To save us from celestial loss. Let's make a resolution dear, To be a witness while we are here; Let's put the Christ in Christmas now, And in His presence humbly bow.  Sweetly Chime Poet: Ella M. Powers Sweetly chime, sweetly chime, Happy bells of Christmas time; Sweetly chime, sweetly chime, Christ the Lord is born. Christ is born, our Saviour dear, Joyous words we love to hear; Sweetly chime, sweetly chime, Christ the Lord is born. Sweetly chime, sweetly chime, Happy bells of Christmas time; Sweetly chime, sweetly chime, Glory be to God. Let us carol sweetly then, Peace on earth, good will to men; Sweetly chime, sweetly chime, Christ the Lord is born. Keeping Christmas Poet: Henry Van Dyke Are you willing to forget what you have done for other people. and to remember what other people have done for you; to ignore what the world owes you, and to think what you owe the world;... and to close your book of complaints against the management of the universe, and look around you for a place where you can sow a few seeds of happiness - are you willing to do these things even for a day? Then you can keep Christmas. Are you willing to believe that love is the strongest thing in the world - stronger than hate, stronger than evil, stronger than death - and that the blessed life which began in Bethlehem nineteen hundred years ago is the image and brightness of the Eternal Love? Then you can keep Christmas. And if you keep it for a day, why not always? But you can never keep it alone. More Christmas Poems: 
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