Christmas Poems

The First Christmas by Michael R. Burch ’Twas in a land so long ago . . . the lambs lay blanketed in snow and little children everywhere sat and watched warm embers glow and dreamed (of what, we do not know). And THEN a star appeared on high, The brightest man had ever seen! It made the children whisper low in puzzled awe: What did it mean? It made the wooly lambkins cry. Not far away a new-born lay, warm-blanketed in straw and hay, a lowly manger for his crib. The cattle mooed, distraught and low, to see the child. They did not know it now was Christmas day! This is a poem in which I tried to capture the mystery and magic of the first Christmas day. If you like my poem, you are welcome to share it, but please cite me as the author, which you can do by including the title and subheading. *** A Child’s Christmas Prayer of Despair for a Hindu Saint by Michael R. Burch Santa Claus, for Christmas, please, don’t bring me toys, or games, or candy ... just ... Santa, please, I’m on my knees! ... please don’t let Jesus torture Gandhi! *** What Would Santa Claus Say by Michael R. Burch What would Santa Claus say, I wonder, about Jesus returning to kill and plunder? For he'll likely return on Christmas Day to blow the bad little boys away! When He flashes like lightning across the skies and many a homosexual dies, when the harlots and heretics are ripped asunder, what will the Easter Bunny think, I wonder? *** I Syng of a Mayden (circa 1400) translation by Michael R. Burch I sing of a maiden that is matchless: the king of all kings for her son she chose. He came as still where his mother was as the April dew falling on the grass. He came as still to his mother's bower as the April dew falling on the flower. He came as still where his mother lay as the April dew falling on the spray. Mother and maiden there was none but she: well may such a lady God's mother be!