Best Christmas Poems
The mellifluous musical tones of the village bells
Echoing chimes over the cold snowcapped mountains
Both finding their way to people in the valley below
Christmas songs — let your spirit sing freely and loudly
Welcoming the Birth of Our Savior and Baby King
Who so charms the Angels on High and God Himself
On this night, The Star was so beautiful, clear, and shiny
Crisp and so crystal-bright, centered above and beyond
Reflecting now the Lord God’s most divine and holy light
There is real magic in the night air as Heaven rejoices aloud
The child and the infant’s divine soul breathe life now intently
Fulfilling truly God’s very promise and His hope to Mankind
Keep this Christmas spirit — share it with others near and far
Grace filled with good tidings as we dance on wings of joy
We all now celebrate in great happiness, love, and kindness
Christmas is forever — and you must never ever close this door
Faith always enters, carrying His guiding torch high and proud
And encouraging Man every step of the way on his long journey
Even in a simple cradle where the Baby Jesus so innocently lay
Heaven doth bathe His cradle with the warmest rays of divine light
Bespeaking the heavenly beauty, joy, and wonder of Our Savior
Amazing peace makes a lovely gift, I wish for all of us to have
As new life blossoms, wrapped in petals of an immaculate heart
God’s holy blessing, love, and intention are clear for all to see
That Holy Night the Angels entire sang mirthfully on Christmas Eve
Praising Almighty Lord God in Heaven on the birth of His only son
The Angels’ paeans echoed in their divine beauty across the Universe
To bring peace now, glowing with your love, is His divine intention
Rejoicing in God’s Greatest Gift to Mankind who was born in a manger
Destined to become Our Most Holy and Divine Savior — Amen! Amen!
Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid, and Gary Bateman
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 1, 2015 (Unrhymed Tercet)
May be sung to the tune of It Came Upon the Midnight Clear
It came upon a prophecy
in ancient days foretold
that to the earth would come a child
fulfilling words of old.
For all the earth to be redeemed
this gift of God's great love:
a Savior, which is Christ the Lord
came down from heaven above.
As Joseph came from David's line
to Bethlehem went he,
and with him Mary, great with child,
in heeding Caesar's decree.
And so the Lord was born that night
in lowly cattle stall:
in him was life, and his bright star
would be the light of all.
The prophet Micah's words fulfilled
of which the faithful sing:
"O, Bethlehem, though small are you
from you shall come a king."
The angels joined to sing Noel
announcing God's own Son;
with shepherds, Magi bowing to
the long awaited one.
In ancient days this prophecy
Isaiah did foretell,
The virgin shall conceive a son,
His name: Immanuel.
"To us a child is born this day,
to us a son is giv'n" -
He reigns on David's throne on earth,
and God's right hand in heav'n.
'Twas the night before Christmas and their pages were bare
Not one word could they write, not one verse to declare
The Grinch had snuck in, and in one fell swoop
Had stolen the muses from poets on the "Soup"!
It was the thing that all poets dread
As visions of emptiness swirled in their heads
No syllables floated to fill in the gap
Some poets decided their contest to scrap!
Then on the blog page there arose such a chatter
Poets rushed over to see what was the matter
The blogger's avatar was just a red sash
She said she could get back the muses, for a large sum of cash
Many of the poets thought this was a trick
It was just a scheme to make money real quick
But in the blink of an eye another blogger came
He said that St. Nicholas was his real name!
Now Heidi, now Anne-Lise, now Andrea and Jan
They told us that St. Nicholas had a plan
To the realm of the Grinch where green snowflakes fall
St Nicholas would go and retrieve the muses for all!
In no time at all he took to the sky
And to the realm of the Grinch on his sleigh he did fly
As the Grinch lay sleeping the muses he withdrew
And to the Soup, again he flew
He delivered the muses to all the poets around
Poets started writing their words did abound
They wrote of angels and bright stars, and things that uplift
St. Nick had given them the muse as their gift
Then St. Nick called for all his reindeer
And soon he took off and flew out of there
But they heard him say, before he left the site
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good write!!
Twas the night before Christmas, when all thru the Soup bowl,
Not a poet was writing, not even the musing mole.
All their pens were hung by the chimney with bubble gum,
Hoping Winged Warrior would lose and let them win some.
The poetesses were nestled snuggled in their beds,
With visions of their makeup now surely spreads.
While Silent One was awake only took a silent nap,
Waking Bobby May, who finally took his crappy crap.
Noises from the lawn where SOS was making such a clatter,
He was speaking in Klingon about the Borg mad hatter.
I then slipped by the window and dropped my hash,
Tore open the cupboards to hide the stinky stash.
Brenda Chiri & Susan Ashley were making angels in the snow,
For they were locked out from the bowl and had no place to go.
Lin Lane & Jan Allison got up early to make some grub,
Then left extra early to go to the local pub.
Brandy Nicole and Anne-Lise were looking at the moon,
While the Bard and John Hamilton were playing a chilly tune.
In the morn, Heidi Sands & Connie Wong were ready to write,
Dreaming of winning a contest all through the night.
Charles Messina & Chris Green having an eggnog beer,
As St Victor Buhagiar feeds the lazy reindeer.
A knock at the door and all started to stare,
Why its newbies Midnight Aurora and Hello There.
Now Gershon! now, Andrea! Now, Besma and Regina!
On, Sandra! On, Kimmy! On Caren & down under Maria!
Next time bring deodorant for it smells like a horses stall,
I need some fresh air, fly my pretties fly away all.
...sorry, if I left anyone out...will get you next time!...
~~~Happy! Holidays! Everyone!~~~
Nov.20.2019
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December 25th- The Christmas Wedding
Head-to-head,
Surrounded by seasonal silver bells
Scarlet passionate pink poinsettias sit
Foliage scenery
Entwined by Christmas and Wedding bliss
Frosty winter weather warmed up by:
Rings of “I Do!”
The eyes of Eve hide underneath a white veil
Beautiful-
A bride walking down the misty mistletoe isle
Wondering why the majestic mustang moon sank without trace?
The aroma of pine trees idle into the death-defying fog
Fine firm decorated ribbons snug unopened gifts
Desperately-
Mistletoes wait above the tenable tint threshold
Kissing and Cheering
New Christmas Vows
In her hands, a beautiful bouquet
-Bridal flowers for the maids
Forsaken by dark dusky dullness wedding cloud
Flustering fragrance thicken the chestnut cold air
Ornaments endured dreary tears
Despising the drapes of fog
That covers the newlywed winter show
Harmony withdrew from that winter wonderland
A white gown, not meant to be
Christmas crushed by her greed
The unkind erratic earth exchanged her own silent vows
In a horrifying hoary haze
A heavy foggy breeze dropped in like debris,
Blowing her tiara dreams away
On this very exact Christmas Day
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11-22-13
I had seen her before in the spring and summer
The homeless lady sitting on the church steps
She would ask for help from people going into the church
She mostly was given spare change and occasionally a dollar or two
No matter how small the amount given, she would give a genuine smile and say thank you
The last time I saw her was a December around Christmas
It was very cold and she was shivering in a tattered, light weight, coat
She began to walk toward me and I could see that she was very frail.
I hurried to her. I was afraid that her legs might fail
Seeing her that way, the terrible reality of her suffering, struck me to the core
I gave her all the money that I had with me that day
She was surprised and said I want to give you a gift.
I will tell you my real name.
Realizing this was the only thing of real value that she had left, I hesitated.
She smiled, hugged me, and then whispered Linda into my ear.
After that day, I never saw her again and couldn’t find out what happened to her.
But, I will never forget Linda and her most perfect Christmas gift.
Dedicated to Linda
As I walked into the banquet hall of the
Goodman’s Inn, the first thing that stood
out to me were the eyes of the people. I
felt as though I could actually see hope. Eyes
seemed to sparkle and everyone in the hall
sat talking to the others sitting around them
as they waited for the main course of the evening.
To understand this report we need to go back just
over a year ago when Lindsey Long won the 50
million dollar lottery. Apparently the multimillionaire
booked the Goodman’s Inn for December 24th through
to January 2nd of this year solely to house the homeless
over the Christmas holidays. Miss Long walked through
the streets herself over the last week inviting the
unfortunate homeless to come to the motel for these
festivities. Lindsey Long has not only provided the rooms
for this week, she also has clothed them with new
wardrobes and warm winter clothing and accessories.
Now as the people sat around the table they were
told Miss Long had an announcement. We all waited
to hear what this amazing lady had to say
and excitement filled the room. When this
beautiful young woman began to talk there
wasn’t one dry eye in the building. She told them
how she was not going to just send them back
on the street next week but how she had
built a new centre that would have sleeping
facilities and showers to accommodate all
of them. This new facility will be serving
three meals a day which will be prepared solely
from themselves on a voluntary bases.
The feeling in the Inn that night was pure joy
and as the people realized the impact of this
wonderful news, they all broke out singing
It Came Upon a Midnight Clear. This is
Rhonda Reeds reporting for
The Good Newspaper.
Merry Christmas everyone.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
11.12.2014
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Can you recall the hush of Christmas past?
Think back to when you were a little child,
excited Santa Claus would come at last,
too young to even know you’d been beguiled.
In shadows of your quiet room you lay.
Then maybe to your window you’d tiptoe,
look out and search the sky for Santa’s sleigh.
But all you’d see were swirling flakes of snow,
And in that night, while all your siblings slept,
you tried to stay awake. Do you recall
the only thing you heard as Sandman crept
upon you was the clock upon the wall?
The hush of Christmas past is never gone.
As long as there are children, it lives on.
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We ventured out into the woods one day
Trying to find the perfect Christmas tree
A beautiful fir all will want to come and see
Planning to cut it and carry it on an old sleigh
We walked for miles, until we were ready to quit
We finally found the most magnificent green fir
It was so perfect, full and tall, the top was a blur
We were so excited and couldn’t wait to cut it
We then saw a beautiful red cardinal in his nest
The nest was hidden in the branches of this tree
We couldn’t do it, disturb the nest and make him flee
We decided to leave this perfect tree and let him rest
We turned around and couldn’t believe our eyes
There it was, a smaller version of the perfect tree
We picked this one instead and felt happy as could be
We loved the smaller tree much more to our surprise
Feeling more in the Christmas spirit that we saved a life
We then cut and carried our small tree home that day
We knew it was only right we let that beautiful bird stay
We felt joyous and at peace for not causing him any strife
12/9/18
She arrives with a mystic charm
Gliding in on silver moon
With a peaceful vibe that oft disarms
As words of praise in yuletide tunes
Echo where the stars are strewn
CHRISTMAS EVE
He lay abed
That most tranquil of nights
Aghast at moon and stars
Dad had painted for his delight
In one charmed corner
A spider was swinging
From his thready design
Outside strolling carolers singing
Then he rubbed his eyes
In wonder and awe
Blinked the pair twice
To clear what he saw
For a mist had developed
About his dark room
And from it bright light
From out of the gloom
Winged angels from glory
Appeared neath a star
And came flock-tending shepherds
From countries afar
3 kings richly dressed
Rode up on their camels
To a manger scene
With various animals
And the star
Shown down on a bed of hay
Where Mary and her new born
Babe did lay
The lad sat up in bed
Struck warm to the core
With a wondrous blessing
He’d not sensed before
He dropped to his knees
Thanking heaven above –
Toys Santa forgot -
Prayed world peace divine love
Dave Austin
This is my black Christmas
I have nothing left to lose
I’m a bare footed white walker with no shoes
It’s okay burly guy don’t cry
I’ve found my southern comfort
here in this brown bagged bottle of booze
If you offer me a buck or two
I’m not inclined to refuse
These street are made for walking
So I tip toe talk carefully
Knowing people don’t like what they see
This ain’t who I want to be
My tummy is a warm kinda queasy
but in my bones I’m cold as hell
and my butt is turning into a freezie
I wish I had your good life man
this ain’t nowhere near easy
Especially now that the snow’s comin
and the sky’s icy breezy.
There up ahead
that’s my get away place
that bar you call sleazy
But I get a beer for a buck
with a big bag of cheeses.
Oh and the dancers are pretty
and I smile when they tease me
It helps me forget for a bit
Because time’s my worst enemy
and I’ve got nowhere else to be
When they close her down
I’m back on the street
Walking along
with my flip flop beat
Cold feet nothing to eat
Imagining a bed
With a cover and sheet
You won’t look me in the eye
I’m a nobody that
no somebody wants to meet
So enjoy your white Christmas
Don’t give me or this place
another thought
be thankful for what you got
Be satisfied man
whether it’s a little or a lot
Hand made or store bought
You sleep in a warm bed
not a shelter cot
Meanwhile I’ll pray
That if life leads you this way
you never have to stay
If you got kids
teach them right, okay
Take time to be with them and play
Put them on the right pathway
Cause I too lived like you once
but that’s a story for another day.
By Richard Lamoureux
Written November 28th 2019
I was one of seven children
Raised in a tiny three-bedroom house
The rooms were so small
They could comfort a mouse
Always, at Christmas
We would cram 'round the tree
And I'd look for the presents
That were gift-wrapped for me
One special Christmas
Sorry, I can't remember the year
But I remember the present
That had shed me a tear
My dad who was away
Two months- offshore
Had sent me a letter
Just two weeks before
He mailed it from London
To our home in U.S.
But it must have got lost
Or tossed...in the mess
That's what I wanted most for Christmas
I couldn't think of anything better
Not a bike, not a toy, nor money
I just wanted to read my dad's letter
I recall my mom telling me
As I sat weeping on the floor
I have one last surprise, son
My Dad- (((WALKED THROUGH THE DOOR)))
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Playing at night on rocky ground, he sprained his foot.
He hobbled onwards careful where his foot he put.
The lonely shepherds had long returned to their sheep,
But he wanted to see before he went to sleep.
Shepherds said that angels sent them to the stable,
So he wanted to see all was not a fable.
The night was cold but he did not really mind,
What worried him was if he would manage to find,
The new born babe that promised peace and love to all,
So he entered quietly in the forlorn stall.
There in the half dark, dimly lit by an old oil lamp
Tiptoeing softly inside like some escaped tramp,
He saw two persons asleep, but in a cradle
He saw the sweetest babe: he felt so disabled.
The dim dark turned bright and sweet angelic voices
Turned the cold places in feelings of rejoices.
Afraid the lonely boy would not approach too near,
This king of king, was no fable and he felt fear.
The kindly woman woke and beckoned him to see,
Do not be afraid, come hither she said, It's He.
The boy hobbled slowly to the heavenly child,
Instinctively he kissed the new born babe who smiled.
One day I shall see this babe though I live so far
I'll know him for only he could possess the star.
I shall be a great fisherman and so I’ll know,
My name is John and with Him I shall always go.
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Light me a new candle,
Put it before the manger,
It is a bit cold, love.
Yet we’re in no danger.
There's Jesus, a small babe
In a cold, wintry day
Lying on some fresh straw.
Kneel down and calmly pray.
Mary, Joseph calmly,
Adore the king of kings
Shepherds come with their lambs
Angels fly with bright wings.
Christ in Bethlehem born.
Choirs sing heavenly hymns.
Let us give Him His due
Ask to forgive our sins.