Best Christmas Tree Poems
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
The Birch tree said, I want to be a Christmas tree
The Balsam Fir tree said, you can’t be, you’re a Birch
The Birch tree said, I am white as snow, yes I can
The Maple tree said, find a purpose, I make syrup
The Oak tree said in agreement, I feed the squirrels
Then, the squirrels nearby could hear the chatter
Feeling bad for the Birch tree, they decided to gather
They collected acorns and strung them with blades of grass
They hung them around the Birch tree as perfect garland
Then the Blue Jay gathered some Holly Berries too
The Eagle put together some special leaves for a star
Soon, the Birch was a Christmas tree, gleaming from afar!
Heidi Sands
12/8/18
Placed 4th in the premiere Christmas tree poetry contest.
**Oh, Christmas Tree**
Honor
His Birth
His Great Family
His Jewish Heritage
He, Born in a Manger
For Humanity, No Stranger
Hope
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As I gaze upon my Christmas tree with the ornaments, glitter, tinsel and snow, I see the many presents scattered around. The shiny star on top catches my eye and I cant help but to think of Joseph and a very pregnant Mary travelling thru the wilderness on a donkey happy to find rest for the night in a manger. I think of the Magi following the star thru a hostile land to worship the babe.
As I gaze upon my Christmas tree I cant help but to think of Jesus carrying that tree up the street to his death and execution. I hear the whips crack and the bloody cries. I can hear his mother crying and see the tears on her face. I can feel the tree shake as they drive in the nails. I am thankful for the sacrifice of God's son for my sins.
As I gaze upon my Christmas tree I cant help but to think of the poor hungry, shivering masses around the world hunkered under a tree in a shanty home, clinging to life, I hear the children crying and I see the tears on the mother's faces. I see fathers broken down struggling to feed their families. My heart breaks for them.
As I gaze upon my Christmas tree I cant help but to think of my many blessings. My family, my job and my home. I have clothes to wear and food to eat and a warm bed to sleep in. But most of all I cant help but to think about the true meaning of Christmas. I pray when you look at yours you do too. Perhaps together we can remember the weak and make someone's world a little better.
Christmas Tree Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
12/3/18
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I
am
Christmas
in a fir tree,
I was born wild,
in a boreal forest.
And I never imagined,
that I would end up lit up,
my branches holding decorations.
I was about strength and about courage,
a river flowed past me since I was a young.
Now, I am tranquility and serenity in my death,
a symbol of Christmas, twinkling in the living room.
My branches like a quiet violin crying, you can hear them falling
I gave
to life
all the
soul I
had in me, all these years, trembling in the wind, the sun, the rain
and snow. My reward for being majestic is my death ... how cruel!
I rested under the snow and placed on a cloak of pure white beauty,
then ... in the Spring my roots felt the black earth and I dug deeper.
Oh sanguine
lost hopes
and
dreams
each ornament renews
kisses, laughter, loved ones remembered
each ornament renews
victories, struggles, from bounty to barren
each ornament renews
cradle to grave, sweet memories rush back
each ornament renews
strength to survive, with loved ones near
each ornament renews
oh sanguine
fresh hopes
and
dreams
each ornament renewed
james marshall goff
“Not many fake things are so nice for me, but I sure love an artificial tree.” quote by poem's author
We had to ditch last year our Christmas tree.
Worn out it was! We needed something new.
Big after-Christmas sales we went to see,
and huge discounts were more than just a few.
We saw a tree – not too small or too tall -
a beautiful white tree that was pre-lit.
There were no boxed ones left of it at all.
I liked it best, so “as is” we bought it.
We had to place it carefully inside
the back of hubbie’s truck, which worked okay.
In three parts it could come apart to hide
it till the time we’d put it on display.
I love the softness of its lights. It seems
like candy land! We did not know about
the way its lights give different types of beams.
We put it up and figured that all out.
Its colored lights can have a steady glow,
or they can stay one certain color, or
they can flash or brightly beam, then fade low.
I could not wait to get it on our floor!
Fun ornaments and garlands go around
that tree, which makes it a joy to look at.
Our two cute kitties very quickly found
our tree but don’t attack it. I’m glad for that!
Christmas Tree
Little bits of silver tinsel,
Velvet ribbons and shiny globes,
Strings of stars borrowed from the heavens
Next to angels with golden hair;
Flying sleighs and drummer boys,
Sweet candy canes and satin bows
Hang from boughs of fir or pine
Where elfin dolls and teddy bears
Survey surroundings from their boughs
With quaint chalets and paper stars
Made with glitter by tiny hands
With a loving touch to weave love's spell
Into hearts of all who see
These fragile gifts
That so carefully hang
By China bells and Christmas geese,
Stern toy soldiers and horns of brass,
Skating bears and soaring doves,
A reindeer with his red nose
Blinking -
Glittering tree of holiday wonder
Brought from the forest
Of evergreen
Decked with ornaments,
Made from memories,
Now a Christmas vision
In the hearts
Of children ever young.
She fell from the top of the Christmas tree
Bumped her head and said ‘oh deary me’
With pine needles sticking in various places
The Christmas tree fairy pulled funny faces
Jan Allison
5th December 2014
Not for Contest
Oh Christmas tree
Oh Christmas tree
Oh no I’m singing to a Christmas tree
Rum eggnog in me
Rum eggnog in me
Oh no I’m singing to the Christmas tree
Oh Christmas tree
Oh Christmas tree
Much pleasure thou can give me
Oh mistletoe
Oh mistletoe
I’hve a Christmas tree I want to show
Oh Christmas tree
Oh Christmas tree
Oh, I just kissed a Christmas tree
Oh Christine tee hee
Oh Christine tee hee
I thought you was a Christmas tree
No more rum for me
No more rum for me
Or my wife will toss me out
With the Christmas tree
Notes: I have no wife, and I have no tree, I may have some rum, but shhhhhh
I’m so nervous, it’s that time again
Gotta get ready, go out there and shine, shine, shine!
And I don’t have much say over WHAT I’ll look like,
The most I can do is drop a bead here or there
Speaking of beads, here they come, boxes full of them
You just know, they’ll over do again this year!
It’s ok for me; I’m an old fashioned tree
But some of the balls and ornaments are heavy!
OUCH, watch those hooks, please!
I really shouldn’t complain, all I really must do is stand still
But then, there are the lights!
And as much as I like getting LIT at holiday time,
I pay for it, believe me, droopy boughs, dropped needles,
Especially if I don’t drink enough water!
But, not to get too sappy, it’s all worth it in the end
All the apprehension melts away when I see their faces
So on we go, let’s do it, let’s make new memories,
I am ready for my star!
Let’s give‘em a Christmas, they’ll never forget
It was nothing but a tiny Blue Spruce,
lil’ Blue never grew to be tall enough for Eve-
Each branch withered, each blade loose,
all the other Spruces couldn’t believe.
So, one day the lil' Blue did leave.
He ventured out into the cold with might,
he knew not of anything warm or comfy-
He was standing crooked under the moonlight,
when he met eyes with no one but me.
It was like lil' Blue was finally a good tree.
He was sad looking, not very pretty,
but with him I felt a strange connection-
We talked; he was silly and witty,
so, we walked and made a pine cone collection.
It was his time to shine, his resurrection.
I brought him home and the lights I strung,
tinsel and handmade ornaments were placed-
On the tip of his frail head an angel I hung,
you should’ve seen the look upon his face!
It was a look of joy no one could replace.
The next morning down came my daughter,
she was excited to see a tree full of joy-
She saw beauty, because compassion I taught her,
she’d rather have a Christmas tree than any toy.
My puppy smelled lil' Blue and smiled; good boy.
Christmas ended and lil' Blue started to get sad,
he knew it was time to go back to the woods-
For it was the best Christmas he ever had,
and with pitiful eyes he just stood.
Then I wondered, “hmmm, what if I could?”
So, I dug a huge hole in the yard for lil’ Blue,
planted him with care and love for our family-
It was a miracle, ten feet tall he grew,
he laughed with happiness and thanked me.
He was part of us now…our favorite Blue Spruce tree.
Christmas Tree Contest
Shadow Hamilton
December 9, 2017
Forgive me
Oh gentle tree
As I strip away
Your garland glory
Your ornamental tinsel dress
Laid plucked and bare
Prepared to rest
And I thank you
For your evergreen light
As hope illuminated
Against the lengthy nights
May your message of peace
Bless this home
Even once spring and summer
Has come, and gone
Though Christmas is now
Packed and boxed away
Oh Christmas tree
Let your goodwill
Stay
01/18/23
Oh, Christmas Tree, upon that hill you grew
with others meant to flourish there in view.
Beneath the sky where sunrays blend with blue
and starry nights, as moonbeams shine in lieu-
you now await your Christmastime debut.
So soon, you will be chosen by us, who
will bring you home indoors, and then pursue
to dress you with fine trinkets, tinsel too
make you the centerpiece that brings anew
the spirit that our Christmas days imbue.
Around you, neath your limbs, gifts will accrue
all wrapped, and what's inside, there'll be no clue.
How you are loved for standing- staunch and true-
while lending beauty with your brilliant hue.
But oh, your days will end, as we all knew.
Stripped bare- that time will halt your rendezvous.
You served your purpose- so, what's left to do
but lay you out to rest- dried limbs askew.
In this short life, your promise lived up to
rekindling joy as Christmastime passed through.
Oh, Christmas Tree, your time with us fast flew,
yet, you'll still shine- in thankful thoughts of you.
First Christmas without you, my dearest, my love
Cruelly taken too soon on the wings of a dove
How can I rejoice when my heart broke in two
Those memories still vivid of my last days with you
No holly, no ivy are decking the hall
No Christmas cards; no Christmas tree; nothing at all
Awakening early on this Christmas day morn
I watch the sun rising, for it’s just before dawn
The full moon is shining, like a beacon from afar
And very close to me there is a twinkling, silver star
I am pulled towards my garden as the dawn begins to break
And gently wipe sleep from my eyes; I need to be awake
The moon shines down so brightly, as if to celebrate
Illuminating my old Fir tree, adorned with snowflakes twinkling at me
I venture closer to my tree to witness tiny birds a fluttering
A nightingale perched on the top, a joyous song she’s uttering
I watch this magical scene unfold in wondrous disbelief
and dabbing tears of joy and love with my Christmas handkerchief
That twinkling, silver star is Venus; known as the Goddess of love
I feel your love enveloping me as she twinkles and sparkles above
For somehow Mother Nature has, in all her Christmassy glory
Gifted me a happy end to my grief-stricken Christmas story
Written 10th December 2018
Competition: Christmas Tree
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
5th place in Premier Contest
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Sponsor Brian Strand
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