Christmas Poems Page 6Time For Giving
Poet: Julie Hebert, © 2011
If there is a time for giving,
Christmas is surely it.
We love to see that others,
Receive what they feel fit.
It doesn't need to be presents,
Food and clothes help too.
This time of year sparks neediness,
Christmas isn't as great for them as you.
But you can make a difference,
Everyone can do that too.
May those who can use the help,
Receive what they ought to.
What Christmas Means To Me
Poet: Julie Hebert, © 2011
Christmas is a time of giving,
And a time to share,
All the love you harbor close,
And to share all your prayers
It's time to bring those people,
Whom you may not see that much.
Bring them all together,
And they will all feel touched.
It's also time to give,
To all those that are in need.
This should be done all year around,
But this time of year is especially a need.
And when you stop and think,
Of what Christmas means to you.
A sense of joy and happiness,
Is the feelings that will come to you.
Christmas is a warmth,
We all should feel and take note.
How lucky are we all,
To have this feeling in our throat.
So say a little prayer,
To thank the man upstairs.
For giving us a wonderful holiday,
That brings such happy tears.
Let us not forget that Christmas is truly a time for giving. Not just for our friends and family but for those who are less fortunate. That is the miracle of Christmas!
Words To Consider About Giving
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, © 2011
G ifts that are needed
I n the spirit of helping others have a
V ery Merry Christmas that can let
I cicles can melt when you help
N oel a time to share when
G iving to others will come back to you
Poet: Julie Hebert, © 2012
Christmas time bring lots of things,
To do that is quite fun.
My favourite thing at Christmas time,
Is presents, and that's just one.
All the houses on my block,
Are lit from head to toe.
Reds and greens and even blues,
Light the streets with a twinkling glow.
Then there is Santa Claus,
He is something great.
I wait for him on Christmas Eve,
And for Rudolph and reindeers eight.
I also watch for Santa Claus,
At the Christmas parade each year.
He is always the last float of the night,
Never without Rudolph and his eight reindeer.
And one more thing I love of this time,
And I hope for it each year.
I hope for snow to fall from the sky,
As it always brings Christmas cheer.
And last but not least there is one more
Thing that Christmas brings
That is the blessing from God of His Son, He sent for all.
Are You Willing
Poet: Henry Van Dyke
Are you willing -
- to stoop down and consider the needs and desires of little children;
- to remember the weaknesses and lonliness of people who are growing old;
- to stop asking how much your friends love you, and to ask yourself if you love them enough;
- to bear in mind the things that other people have to bear on their hearts;
- to trim your lamp so that it will give more light and less smoke, and to carry it in front so that your shadow will fall behind you;
- to make a grave for your ugly thougts and a garden for your kindly feelings, with the gate open?
Are you willing to do these things for a day? Then you are ready to keep Christmas!
May peace be more than the Christmas season, it is my hope that it may be a way of life. Christmas Sayings
Christmas Is Always Young
Poet: Phillips Brooks
The earth has grown old with its burden of care,
But at Christmas it always is young,
The heart of the jewel burns lustrous and fair,
And its soul, full of music, bursts forth on the air,
When the song of the angels is sung.
It is coming, Old Earth, it is coming tonight!
On the snowflakes which cover thy sod
The feet of the Christ Child fall gentle and white,
And the voice of the Christ Child tells out with delight,
That mankind are the children of God.
On the sad and the lonely, the wretched and poor,
The voice of the Christ Child shall fall;
And to every blind wanderer open the door
Of hope that he dared not to dream of before,
With a sunshine of welcome for all.
Sly Santa Claus
Poet: C. S. Stone
All the house was asleep,
And the fire burning low,
When, from far up the chimney,
Came down a "Ho! ho!"
And a little, round man,
With a terrible scratching,
Dropped into the room
With a wink that was catching.
Yes, down he came, bumping,
And thumping, and jumping,
And picking himself up without sign
of a bruise!
"Ho! ho!" he kept on,
As if bursting with cheer.
"Good children, gay children,
Glad children, see here!
I have brought you fine dolls,
And gay trumpets, and rings,
Noah's arks, and bright skates,
And a host of good things!
I have brought a whole sackful,
A packful, a hackful!
Come hither, come hither, come hither
"Ho! ho! What is this?
Why, they all are asleep!
But their stockings are up,
And my presents will keep!
So, in with the candies,
The books, and the toys;
All the goodies I have
For the good girls and boys.
I'll ram them, and jam them,
And slam them, and cram them;
All the stockings will hold while the
tired youngsters snooze."
All the while his round shoulders
Kept ducking and ducking;
And his little, fat fingers
Kept tucking and tucking;
Until every stocking
Bulged out, on the wall,
As if it were bursting,
And ready to fall.
And then, all at once,
With a whisk and a whistle,
And twisting himself
Like a tough bit of gristle,
He bounced up again,
Like the down of a thistle,
And nothing was left but the prints of his shoes.
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