Best December 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)
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 my roots grow deeper
I find my reach extends further
Nourishment I draw from the soil
clothes me in splendid garments
My branches stretch towards the sky
so that I may embrace the sun
The moon is my night time companion
Stars come out to express their delight
I am shelter to the small
The strong perch high on my branches
Magical creatures have made me their home
So I have vowed to keep them safe
In anticipation of Fall's arrival
I adorn myself with magnificent colors
Knowing I will soon be left naked
Seduced by Autumn's winds
There is no reason to fear for me
For within my core there is warmth
Soon Winter will blanket me in white
She will crown me with ice crystals
for I am of Noble Birth!
December Magic
Waltzing with the wind,
in crocheted gowns of white lace…
flurries of snowflakes
sway to sweet divine music...
that only angels can hear.
12-24-2014
Contest: A Quintain Christmas
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Placement: 2nd
Frost crisped, the lawn remained
beneath the frozen dew.
Water dripped to ice as gutters drained.
The cardinal bids the day adieu;
the winter storm has left a gelid view.
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
Unexpectedly the timid sun made an appearance,
an orb of flames, silent amidst the peaceful horizon.
Wistfully, the harmony was short lived.
Ferocious winds blew with merciless tones.
Melancholic rain returning with little remorse.
Inclement storms battering emotions,
brutally defeating them into oblivion.
Raindrops soaked like predatory demons,
in conjunction with bloodthirsty winds,
lost within the abyss of anguish and pain,
seeking shelter from vicious venomous daggers.
I stumbled upon the marketplace of sorrow,
surrounded by souls lost to a religion of perturbation.
Ambushed I remained, impatiently in this downpour degradation,
counting down the days of disturbing December deterioration.
Silent One
Originally written in 6 December 2015
Repost: 7 December 2017
My warm December, unexpectedly,
you graced my world and brought such joy to me.
My warm December, You are something sweet
embracing me. Oh, please do not be fleet!
My warm December, how I wish to keep
you like a lovely dream when I’m asleep.
And how I wish to have you ever near,
my warm December dream so ever dear.
December of my dreams, my youth has passed.
You’re all that’s left, but how long can you last?
Oh, warm December, wrap me like a coat,
inside your ermine dream to ever float.
(This December was very warm and inspired me to write this;
also this is dedicated to my muse!)
December – A Time to Remember
Deep into Fall, as brown wrinkly-faced leaves wave adieu
Ebony evening sky twinkles with rhinestone-studded stars
Chilly winds blow … a sign that winter’s just next door
Erubescent sunsets flaunt their majestic golden crowns
Mingling with gray and white patches of layered cotton-white clouds
Beautiful, ruling planet Jupiter aligns with Venus and Mars
Ever the auspicious harbinger of wisdom, prosperity, and power…
Reminding my mother of the day I, her first child, was born.
12-06-2015
Contest: Any Poem Written on your Birthday
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Placement: 3rd
"Sometimes miracles happen when you're least expecting them.
Quote by poet."
It was the week before Christmas; it was a cold, bright snowy day
Told the kids we'll go sledging; unaware a blizzard was on the way
They all got into my jeep, and on the roof I fastened the kid's sled
Then in the large trunk I secured, our Bernese mountain dog, Jed.
I drove carefully for about five miles to where there were steep hills
We were well wrapped up from head to toe, against the winter chills
The kids and even my wife took it in turns going downhill on the sled
Then with bone chilling winds the blizzard hit; it filled me with dread.
I thought we must go home now or we might struggle to get back
Others had the same idea and were already driving down the track
The family got in the jeep, but I noticed there was no panting sound
Nobody had noticed Jed was missing and he was nowhere around.
I told my wife to drive the kids home and I'd go and search for Jed
I waved them off but I had some foreboding thoughts in my head
The images in my mind as they drove off were of all the kids crying
And what if Jed had met with an accident and he was slowly dying.
I searched through the dense forest, but he was nowhere to be found
The light faded and was getting dark; fresh snow covered the ground
I'd resume the search first light tomorrow, after a good night's sleep
But I was concerned it would be quite risky if the snow was too deep.
I didn't sleep very much, and thankfully it had now stopped snowing
Then climbed out of my warm bed and told my wife where I was going
For nigh on five hours I looked everywhere, but finding Jed wasn't to be
I drove home feeling very depressed, wondering what I'd tell the family.
On Christmas Eve we walked to our local church for a carol service
The kids were sad and they weren't singing; I couldn't help but notice
About nine o'clock we headed off home, it was a clear but cold night
Everyone was real silent and I didn't know, how I could put things right
We walked up the long snow-covered pathway, to our house in the dark
Then out of nowhere our Jed bounded toward us and gave a loud bark.
Written on the 4th December 2023
'Twas the twilight of the year
a twinkling tiara.
December 31st, digits dancing dunes
in the Sahara.
One, two, three, one, two, three,
it's a prance.
A numerical Irish step dance
given a whimsical chance.
In the calendar's corners,
a magical mystery unfurls.
As the date spins and swirls
like a jester's jingling twirls.
One, two, three, one, two, three,
in a line.
A date so divine,
it deserves its own shrine
so fine!
But wait, what's this? A satirical twist!
The date's just a number
it doesn't exist!
One, two, three, one, two, three,
what's the fuss?
Wait… all dates are human-
created
YES, by us!
The numbers are shocked
feeling quite superfluous.
In the grand scheme of things
oh so ridiculous!
So here's to the New Year
let's raise a toast.
To the date that we've come
to boast the most.
With champagne that sparkles
and tastes like the sun.
2023 is yet undone
run from the old
to the new one,
run, run, run!
In the canon of the digits
a lesson we see.
Time is a construct
as fluid as the sea.
So let's celebrate the moments
both big and small.
For, in the end
they're the most
precious of all.
The maracas of leafy trees
whisper rhythms to the wind,
a quiet song of December.
Four days---- left to go---
till the year ends,
and time spills forward,
its hands brushing past us,
softly, relentless.
You and I,
counting moments,
the weight of years
settling like dew-----light, inevitable
somethings are done, a lot many left undone
but the ceaseless march of time moves forward.
But here in the enchanting garden,
under the sun’s gentle gaze,
age is a story written in roots and petals,
a bench painted green with memories
What is there to grieve,
when old feels like this-----
and life hums softly
in the company of trees?
~Do you Believe~
Here's the little twist in my parents home
Spreading fairy dust since I was 3 years old
The prancing and dancing before Christmas Eve
Made it hard to keep an eye on my mother
Who I've seen kiss Santa under the mistletoe
The cookies and warm milk sit on top of a note
Dear Santa, THANK YOU FOR SPREADING JOY!!!
The baking,
The Wrapping,
The Stockings,
The decorations and toys!
How I treasured every magical moment
Until I realized who left the presents under the tree
Once the Christmas Bell Fell
The fairy dust wore off leavening no magic behind
That year was a year I earned the "NAUGHTY" list
Even so, my parents continued with the white lie
Decorating and Pretending Santa was real
My bike on the list was missing that year
I refused to behave and believe in you know who?
The magic inside was gone and dead!
I was old enough to know it was all a lie
The cookies, the present, the Christmas Glee
The naughty list was barely an excuse,
Because Parents worked hard all year long
Encouraging kids to be good in order to make the "NICE" list
Christmas is nothing more than a gimmick to every market
Using Christ and his birth as a reason to believe
BUT, the twist is not how I stop believing
The twist is a fizz, how I brought the magic back
Today, my kids sit and enjoy the presents under the tree
Baking and wrapping, hanging stockings by the chimney
The decorations and toys are worth every penny
Now, I'm the one hyper after eating a few cookies
Now listen, Kids listen well - Don't act surprised!
When you see mommy kissing Santa under the mistletoe
LOVE LINDA
Excitement filled the bushland as December was near
Every creature had been waiting for Christmas time - all year.
Wallabies hung their stockings on a gumtree branch with care
Just as all nice children do – everywhere.
Meanwhile those more up to date logged on the internet
sending E mails to Santa to see what they could get
Koalas draped high treetops with shiny garlands green
And furry possums lined their dens in golden glitter sheen
Wallabies joined in with bright balloons hung on their tails
All the crows tied streamers, cascading from the rails.
Kookaburras’ laughter changed to Christmas songs
While magpies and peewees piped along in throngs.
A wombat and a bandicoot made honeysuckle punch
The parrots came too early and drank’ til they got drunk
And when the’ Magic Pudding’ came to help with Christmas Dinner
His taste was so delicious he left a trifle thinner.
With a Kangaroo as Santa, his pouch stuffed full of cheer
hopping ‘round the outback in the hottest time of year
Just guess what all the drovers got- lots of ice-cold beer.
Suzanne Delaney
For Children's Christmas Poem Contest for Carol Eastman