These Stress Christmas poems are examples of Christmas poems about Stress. These are the best examples of Stress Christmas poems written by international PoetrySoup poets
Twas the week before Christmas,
And all through Wyoming.
I was looking for another way,
To greet all my homies.
I in my jacket.
Ma, in sub-zero,
We drove to the local sandwich shop,
For a hot melted hero.
Two for the road,
I exclaimed to the gal.
Make it snappy,
Before Ma gives me hell.
We were back on the road.
Quicker than quick,
Then Ma yelled, STOP!
They forgot the Garlic.
So back to shop,
We rushed right away.
Only to find,
They done closed for the day.
Well, need be I say,
Ma was more than a little upset.
So she wrote "You A$$H@les" on the window,
With her hot melted wreck.
I watched Ma kicking and screaming,
as the officers dragged her away.
So I waved and I shouted,
"They say you'll get out, on New Year's day.
Guess you won't be needing that Christmas present?
I'll exchange it for ya.
Love ya Ma."
God is always love
Forever seek the kingdom;
Praise the creator
Keep giving what you can give
Please endure until the end
Protecting the meek ones earth
Watching over us
Helping us to cope with life
Comforted with hope and trust
When you find rhythm
You find your hearts inner core
Celebrate the times
Make them better than before
Reminisce and dance all night
Desperate to fill voids
and in children’s hearts,
unemployed close outs,
pick the bones of Christmas,
seeking salvation in
It’s the thought that counts,
but it’s the cash that’s counted
when money’s tight
as a hangman’s noose.
Each trinket is wrapped
in bits of brightness,
with love and hope,
and a prayer that it’s enough.
The northern skies are turning gray --
Seems the sun just doesn’t linger.
Christmas is just a month away,
And the nights are getting longer.
That Thanksgiving spent with family—
A briefly pleasant holiday—
Was forgotten all too quickly
By pushy crowds on Black Friday.
Our gift checklist seems like old Saint Nick’s,
But our staff is lacking Elves.
Shopping trips cause daily panics.
I wonder how we’ll feed ourselves.
We must buy more decorations,
So the yard looks like it’s snowing.
We fall deeper in depressions
As our credit keeps on growing.
Lord forgive commercialism
For ruining every Christmas.
Lord forgive consumerism
For dumping on us all that stress.
December is a dreary time,
Even when little angels sing.
The irony of Christmas time
Was that Christ was born in the Spring.
While standing in the checkout line,
Remember what the carols told.
Think of how Bethlehem’s star once shined,
As Israel’s prophets foretold.
Think of the awe of the shepherds
When they saw angels fill the air.
Coming to the stable, entered,
To meet the Holy Family there.
Instead of spending all you have,
Next November and December,
Spend time with all of those you love,
And teach them what to remember.
"A Savior born in Bethlehem"
Should bring us joy and happiness;
And “ Peace on Earth, goodwill to men”
Should set us free, not bring us stress.