Best Imaginationchristmas Poems
Oh christmas tree to thee I sing
I bring gifts to thee
I place strings around you
with pretty lights bows and bells
I place a star apon you top
and adorn you with popcorn
under your skirt I place gifts a plenty
however christmas tree none of them are yours
you must watch as I open gift after gift
you must agonize as the kids shout for joy
over gifts that are theirs not yours
hours pass as we open gift after gift
when its all over we strio you bare
and throw you away to do it again
next year to your cousin
so I say christmas tree thanks for
being so patient with us humans
maybe one day you will get a gift.
Picture this if you will!
Christmas Eve at the home of,
Jackson and Janis the Pug
after dinner all the mess is cleaned up,
and Jackson and Janis are safe and snug
Jackson is dreaming of hot dogs,
of Mr. Jones and his hot dog cart
on a nice warm summers day,
as he strolls through the park
When he wakes to a noise down stairs,
he tells Janis " stay put" heads for the door
Janis was worried of course as her,
Brave little Jackson, headed for the first floor
Little Jackson, light footed down step by step,
farther down, farther down he goes
he sees movement, in the living room,
what it is Jackson does not know
Now on the first floor, rounded the corner,
coming to the living room, he gives a pause
there, before his bright little eyes,
was the man in Red, Santa Claus
When Santa saw Jackson, he gave him a smile,
pulled a scroll from his pocket, said " look at this,"
Santa walked over, unfurled the scroll
said,:" I see my young Jackson is on the nice list"
Jackson said," Santa, is Janis there too?"
" She's my wife,and she's been a good Pug this year,"
With a chuckle he said" Look closer and see"
" Yes my young Jackson, here's her name, just here"
A smile on his face, twinkle in his eye,
Jackson watched Santa, on this Christmas day
he made his way to the fireplace, finger on his nose,
Merry Christmas young Jackson, up the chimney he ros.
Dash away, Dash away, Dash away all, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Merry Christmas Jackson and Janis !!!
Taz
In a small Iowa town, picturesque,
as some would put, is a farm
so let me continue on a bit,
and I'll spin a Holiday yarn
Down a long country lane, not far from town,
there was a farm, not big, fifty acres and a half
on the farm, lived a large animal family,
the youngest, was Callie the Calf
It was a week before Christmas,
Horatio the Horse came in from the yard
he unhitched from the sleigh, came into the barn,
and handed Callie the Calf a Christmas card
The card, from Buddy the Dog and Baily the Cat,
friends of hers from the city
inside was an invitation, to a party
a New Year's party, better dress pretty
Christmas came and Christmas went,
the snow did lightly fall
Callie was getting ready for,
the New Years gala ball
She spoke with her friends, through the animal vine,
to find out about the fare
if there was anything, she had to bring,
and just who all might be there
Baily said," don't bring anything,
bring a date, or just yourself
Callie was so excited, when she heard,
Jackson might be coming, dressed as an Elf
Here it is, it's New Years Eve.
it is finally party day
Horatio Horse, was waiting outside,
to take her in the sleigh
All grown up for the party,
Horatio, gave Callie a Knightly bow
and said," you're no longer a baby,
You've grown into a Cow"
You Go Girl !
Do they celebrate Christmas in Heaven?
What a glorious sound it would be
if all of the angels were singing,
gathered round a big evergreen tree.
Will you have some children to read to
like those wonderful yuletides of old?
Will you be chosen to tell them
the story you happily told?
Another Christmas without you,
I'm missing you still, my dear son,
but if they have Christmas in Heaven
then perhaps you will not miss the fun.
I know that God must have noticed
how you like to spread Christmas joy
and perhaps he will let you play Santa
to a small angel girl or boy.
I can see those small cherubs jostling
to be invited to sit on your knee,
while you tell the old beloved story
of how Christmas Eve came to be.
By: Joyce
A warm fire, briskly burns,
in our fireplace surrounded by stockings
you can smell the scent of cinnamon as
heated apple cider, warms on the stove
A large, soft bearskin rug rests,
on the floor in front of the hearth
the expression on it's face, not a holiday smile
yet not angry enough to spoil the moment
The kids have long since gone to bed,
wondering, just what Santa will bring
while Mother and I sit quietly together
warmed by the fire and cider being sipped
The lights on the tree are twinkling,
in a multi - colored array of Reds, Blues and greens
that seem to make the garland shimmer
as it touched by a rainbow
Christmas music playing softly from a CD,
singers, singing of Chestnuts, Coming home
White Christmas and a Jolly old fellow
as Mother smiles, gently as she listens
I feel her hand, slip into mine,
as she looks at me with the love
we have shared for three Christmas' now
with the same sparkle in her eyes
As the fire dies down, we see that,
the time has slipped away, to early morn
we decide to curl up on the bearskin
and add another log to the fire
Wit anticipation that the kids,
would soon awaken us with the
wonderment of the day, Christmas Day
these thoughts as we drift off to slumber
When we awaken, we find to our surprise,
that the children, had awaken, come down
but instead of waking us, they curled up
next to us, and fell off back to sleep
We wake up, long after dawn, fire died
the smell of cinnamon, still clinging in the air
children are awake now, presents being opened
we realize, how joyful the season really is