Best Childhoodchristmas Poems
NO SANTA CLAUS?
Brother Billy told him,
“Aint no Santa Claus”
Timmy didn’t want to believe his sibling
Just the very name of Santa was magic –
Santa Claus
Those fur-lined endings
Anta
Aus
The colorful red suit
Splendid black boots
Wide leather belt
And that snowball on top of his hat
“Delivers presents to the world?” scoffed Brother Billy
“Aint no way!”
But Timmy, at Christmas time, didn’t think with his head
Timmy thought with a child’s imagination
And the season gathered his conscious round with colors,
music and sweetness
Mom and, especially, dad didn’t object to Billy’s scolding
“Timmy after all is old enough now” dad advised mom
“I’m never putting on that damn suit again!”
Timmy thought and thought
Couldn’t sleep that Christmas Eve night for thinking
He positioned himself on the seat at the big bay window in
his room wrapped in a blanket knees up to his
shoulders and watched the moon
Watched till his eyelids began to droop
No Santa
Mom found him asleep around 1:00 a.m.
She and dad had been busy wrapping presents
She lovingly picked him up and put him to bed with
Growl his big stuffed bear
Around 2:30 a.m. – mom had been thinking and thinking
just like Timmy – mom checked to see if dad was asleep
Then! grabbing the jingle bells from under the tree
She climbed the stairs to Timmy’s room opened the door
a crack looked around as though anticipating escape
Then! with a joyful smile shook the bells vigorously!
Snow hadn’t fallen overnight, but a heavy frost had covered the ground
and in the morning, a little boy ran downstairs in his dressing gown.
He could see the lights from the tree, as he skipped his way down the hall
it was Christmas day, many years ago and Father Christmas had made his call.
And there under the Christmas tree, was a rather large cardboard box
it was full of carefully wrapped presents of toys, sweets and new football socks!
The biggest present waiting for him was a Hornby Electric Train
and an Airfix kit for him to build a Lancaster aeroplane.
Also there to his delight, was a holster with a toy silver gun
and some favourite Dinky Toys, for him to have some fun.
It was definitely going to be a time, to play and play all day,
and later, when the Queen’s speech came on, he just had to sneak away.
He went into another room and saw the large cardboard box
he took off his shoes and climbed into it, wearing his new football socks.
In his mind he was in a boat, sailing the southern seas
looking at the stars in a foreign sky, sails flapping in the breeze.
He played for hours in his boat; it brought him so much joy
A cardboard box had turned out to be, his favourite Christmas toy!
These are lyrics for a silly Christmas song I wrote- if anyone wants to add music I'd be
interested?
Didn’t really know that it was Christmas
Until I saw a smile on everyone
Santa Clause is jaunting out on business
The party at the pole has just begun
Let’s all party now and have some fun
The reindeers are up and gone
And the night has just begun
Bells are ringing sing the song
And the children have their toys
All we elves are ding, ding, dong!
So let’s party girls and boys!
Santa Clause is jaunting out on business
The party at the pole has just begun
Didn’t really know that it was Christmas
Until I saw a smile on everyone
Rudolph said you’ll never make it
Huh! He surely got it wrong
Everyone here did their bit
Even help from old King Kong
Start the party no delay
At the pole here all night long
Yep! It’s Christmas time hurray!
Didn’t really know that it was Christmas
Until I saw a smile on everyone
Santa Clause is jaunting out on business
The party at the pole has just begun
I had a leopard with soft spotted fur
And a tag that said “Duetsch Gemachter”.
He carried it home after his tour;
With a bow saying, “Love from Daddy”.
My first Christmas gift, something that said,
He loved me, his oldest daughter.
But time went on, and Christmases passed,
And life took its toll, naturally.
My mother complained, “Too many children live here;
One less will surely not matter”.
The lady looked sad, as she reached for my bag,
For my mother had chosen me.
The world fell down and everything changed;
No family, no love, and no laughter.
But I had my leopard with soft spotted fur,
Which once sat under my Christmas tree.
I had proof of his love, with soft spotted fur,
Telling me once, I really did matter.
And no one could take his place in my heart,
For once, my dad had loved me.
DEAR SANTA I HAVE BEEN REALLY GOOD THIS YOU SEE.
PLEASE THIS YEAR I ONLY WANT ONE GIFT FOR ME.
I DONT WANT GAMES,CLOTHES,OR EVEN A TOY.
IF YOU GIVE ME THIS ONE GIFT OH HOW I'LL JUMP FOR JOY.
I HOPE IM NOT ASKING TO MUCH FOR YOU TO DO.
I WILL EVEN GIVE YOU ALL MY TOYS IF YOU WANT ME TO.
MR.SANTA EVERY OTHER WEEK THERES THIS PLACE I HAVE TO GO.
IT MAKES ME SO SAD CLEAR DOWN TO MY LITTLE TOE.
I NEVER WANT TO GO AND THATS SOMETHING MY FAMILY KNOWS.
BUT SOME MAN IN A BLACK DRESS TOLD MY MOM AND ME I MUST GO.
EVERY TIME I GO IN SO VERY VERY SAD.
WHEN I GET BACK HOME IN MY MOMS ARMS IM SO VERY GLAD.
BIRTHDAYS AND HOLIDAYS ARE THE WORST TIME FOR ME.
WHEN IM THERE I CRY CAUSE ITS NOT WHERE I WANT TO BE.
AT THAT PLACE THERE IS NO HAPPINESS OR LOVE.
WHEN I AM THERE I ALLWAYS WISH TO FLY AWAY LIKE A DOVE.
SANTA JUST THIS ONCE CAN YOU HELP ME OUT.
I PROMISE TO BE A GOOD GIRL AND NEVER POUBT.
MY ONLY GIFT I WANT THIS YEAR.
ITS TO NEVER GO BACK BECAUSE I HAVE ALL I NEED RIGHT HERE.
I KNOW YOUR BUSY MAKING GIFTS FOR GIRLS AND BOYS.
IF IT HELPS YOU CAN HAVE ALL OF MY TOYS.
PLEASE SANTA CAN YOU GRANT MY CHRISTMAS WISH?
I WILL EVEN TELL MOMMY TO BAKE COOKIES AND MAKE A BIG DISH.
MR. SANTA THIS YEAR PLEASE DONT LET ME CRY.
I NEVER WANT TO GO BACK TO THAT PLACE AND NOW YOU KNOW WHY.
PLEASE SANTA DONT FORGET IN YOUR BIG RED BAG.
MY CHRISTMAS WISH NOT TO GO BACK TO MY DAD.
I KNOW YOUR BUSY SO I WILL LET YOU GO.
I CANT WAIT FOR THE BIG DAY WHEN I HEAR HO HO HO.
PS. THANK YOU SANTA.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>We tried to stay up late,
To see Santa go house to house.
But mother sent us off to bed,
She said to be as quiet as a mouse.
If you make a lot of noise,
You could scare the reindeers away.
Then there will be no toys,
To open on Christmas day.
So up the stairs we go,
Climbed into our beds.
We dident want to make a sound,
We even covered up our heads.
We got up early the next morning,
Came running down the stairs.
When we opened the door to the living room,
There were presents every where.
So if you should run into Santa,
Would you tell him from me.
Thank you so very much,
For all the toys he bought on Christmas Eve.
I'm sure that Daddy just forgot when he set the fire alight,
That Santa would be coming down our chimney tonight.
Does Santa have a cell phone? I'd like to call him please.
I'll tell him not to worry and set his mind at ease.
When I see Mama sleeping and hear my daddy snore,
I'll just creep down the stairway and open up the door.
Santa always finds a way to fill my Christmas stocking
But for Santa to get singed and hurt on Christmas would be shocking.
I thought our chimney ready, Mama had the man to clean it,
I'm really vexed with Daddy, though I know he didn't mean it.
I hope that Santa has a phone he carries in his sleigh,
So when he sees the smoke tonight, he won't just drive away.
Christmas is much more than toys, I heard this from my mother.
If Santa misses I'll be fine, I worry for little brother.
By: Joyce
I remember it as yesterday
the disastrous event
when I couldn’t find the dolly
that for Susie’s sock was meant.
My folks and all the others
had gathered there to see
the small school’s Christmas program
and community Christmas tree.
I came up on the darkened stage
in my role of Santa Claus.
I found Johnny’s skates and Nellie’s book
and then there was a pause.
Susie’s sock hangs lank and lean
as I search the flour-sack bag
for the doll I knew was in there.
My high spirits start to sag.
The seconds turned to minutes.
The minutes seemed like hours.
I wished the sky to fall on me
or at least some meteor showers.
I heard the teacher whisper,
“It’s okay. Get off the stage”.
I was the most downhearted Santa
of six years or any age.
Many, many years have passed
and it’s still a mystery
how that doll could hide herself
when I searched so desperately.
July 4, 11
A very special treat when I was a lad,
Was going to J C Penneys with my Mom and Dad,
To visit Santa sitting upon his elegant throne,
Hoping my youthful follies with him I could atone!
I'd been warned by Mom throughout the year,
That if I behaved I would have nothing to fear,
Because somehow Santa knew if I'd been bad or good;
If good, toys beneath the tree was a likelihood!
So with fingers crossed I hopped up on his knees,
To make known to him my youthful pleas.
After hearty ho-hoing he got around to asking me,
What I wanted him to leave beneath the Christmas tree.
I gave him my list and he said, "I can't guarantee,
But I'll do my best if you will promise me,
To leave a snack other than cookies and milk,
Like salami and cheese or vittles of that ilk!"
I was a nervous wreck, my angst hard to conceal,
Wondering if Santa would stick to his end of the deal.
There were heaps of toys when I awoke on Christmas dawn,
And mysteriously, all the salami and cheese was gone!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Her best Christmas ever was when she was a kid.
The house where they lived was for sale for the
highest bid.
The fall of that year she picked cotton for two weeks.
It was so cold she had on a coat,gloves her face
was all red and so were her cheeks.
Mom and dad tried to pay the bills before their money was gone.
Dad left the house to get a Christmas tree he left at dawn.
That year they knew Christmas would be slim.
We decorated the tree but with no electric the lights were dim.
We were all suprised to see nothing under the tree.
But she knew the love of her family is all she would need.
They all said Christmas this year would be bad.
She said it was the best Christmas she ever had.
Teresa Skyles
A Christmas memory my mom told me about.