Best Saint Nicholas Poems
Sweet as Christmas candy cane
She takes away my pain
Embellishes low spirts
Then she’ll crystallise the rain
With care, wraps up my anguish
Topped off with festive bow
Ensures there’s room within her inn
When I have no place to go
She jingles my bells when I’m going through hell
turns my tears into to snow flakes
With her jovial spell
Illuminates darkness with twinkling lights
embraces me warmly When Jack Frost bites
She’s a gift of the very highest degree
My Angel
My star
Adorning my tree
The most precious of baubles
Such a Yuletide time cracker
She can loose herself in this seasonal Chatter
She disperses my worries
and breaks them all down
They don’t seem so huge
As they fall to the ground
Like a magical snow globe
She shakes up my sadness
She’s my sparkling tinsel
and fills me with gladness
My dearest of friends who I treasure so deeply
Always thinking of others
and sings oh so sweetly
The tune of this heavenly holy night
Sprinkling hope as saint Nicholas takes his flight.
Whom is this man known as Santa Clause,
Or as old Kris Kringle, a historical
Character of world renowned.
Legends white bearded jolly elf, whom carries
The true loving spirit, of Christmas within
Himself.
The patron saint of children, a toy maker,
With a red and white sack, hanging over
The elderly gentleman’s back, but care
Does he not, the weight, for it holds
The wishes, of many a small child inside.
Kindnesses sparkle of joy, dances within
His eyes on Christmas Eve, to lay beneath
A decorated tree, are present's requests, of all
Good little boys and girls do rest.
In one night's magical ride, does he dash,
Around the world, delivering the precious
Gift, of peace on earth to all mankind.
In a wintery wonderland, of ice and snow,
A sacred figure silhouette is cast, from above
Abreast the newly fallen snow below, illuminated
By the moonlight.
In a red crimson sleigh does he ride, pulled
With eight tiny flying reindeer leading the way,
It is old Saint Nicholas, bless his ageless
Old spirit.
For on Christmas morn, do the bells ring out,
From wonderment’s heights above, it is the
Sounding echo, of pure love's magic, heard
Around the world.
The spirit of this man known as Saint Clause,
Is the living embodiment, of this magical
Time of year, called Christmas.
Within every grown child, still lives
That magic, which endures always,
It is that memory of past holidays left behind,
And a jolly elf, whom touched our lives with
Joyous splendor.
What I'm asking is quite simple my friends,
It's a question of faith and faith alone
I still believe in Santa Clause,
What about you?
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
20 July 2010
At The Other Side
Into the other side of the world, July is cold
Southern hemisphere relinquish magical winter time
Beautiful polar lights display in the sky as manifold
Of a dancing spirits doing a mime
An early desire to feel good tidings of great joy
To believe that Saint Nicholas will visit ahead of time
Excited to embellish the house with a ploy
Christmas decors to ingest sharing as of prime
A time to celebrate a mimicked Christmas
From December been moved for this month
Announcing Christmas sale, we go shopping with an adrenaline rush
A peak season also for skiing on snow field’s slant
Serve enticing foods in the table
Welcoming orange and marmalade roast
A honey and mustard glazed ham so palatable
A champagne and canapés proposing a toast
7th place to "CHRISTMAS" in July" (FOR MEN ONLY) Contest
Contest Date: 7/26/2010
Sponsored by: Sweetheart of Poetry Soup
Yesterday, playful children engaged with the outside
Endlessly enjoying their midsummer day's ride
Today, another car collision, stuck in traffic
Overwhelm by the society’s demographics
Tomorrow, weary and mangled from overworking
Needing assistance my aching legs have stopped working
Yesterday, lighthearted without any prejudices
The video game remained my only nemesis
Today, austerely fighting to pay all the mortgage bills
Pyrrhic weight, the body’s mobilizing nonerrant hills
Things were better yesterday
The tears were shallow. All the pains went away
Yesterday, jolly old Saint Nicholas was bona fide
Grandma and grandpa embraced hands actively alive
Today, a career, car, and house, thought I had it made
Mother and father are descending into their grave
Tomorrow, my tears will all disappear and turn to dust
I’ll be receiving one final trip into the earth’s crust
The past, things were better, dreams subsisted boundlessly
My tears were shallow. All my pains went away
My friends were present to wish me a happy birthday
All alone everything shall decay. All alone everything fades away
Things were better
Updated - 5/14/2019
*Nonerrant- deviating from the regular or proper course; erring; straying
Somewhere out there
The world is all in slumber
Prayers have been said
Tears have been shed
Where people care waiting for a miracle
Sitting in the window seat
Cozy and warm by the fireplace
I listening to the soft crackling sound
Of golden amber fire
Waiting and looking out the window at the falling snow
Impatiently watching the cloud migrate slowly across the sky
A hidden moon back-lit a large cloud, fringing it with silver
Thrill waiting so long as patience can endure, a lifetime it seems
A soft whine and nudge with a cold wet nose to my face
Startling me to wake with a fright
With the hair on the back of my neck standing upright
As I tremble and brace myself with unutterable shock
Curiosity impelled me to move forward
Drawing nearer made me gasped
With trembles and thrills
Gazing upon shadows movement and the sounds of crunching
Near the fireplace in a high wing-back chair
Sat Old Saint Nicholas holding a cup of hot cocoa
Snacking on the cookies I had left
Listening to the music play “Jolly Old St. Nicholas”
12/7/2015
TREMBLES AND THRILLS - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Olive Eloisa Guillermo
Jolly Old St. Nicholas, grey hair, baldy man
A jingle with a twisted cane, see me if you can
Silver long haired beard, red nose, rosy golden cheeks
Giddy-up old St. Nicholas, won't you hurry please!
When the clock strikes twelve pm, on a darkest night
Driving the lonely streets, please turn on your lights.
My big house is decorated, wreaths and ornaments too,
May your blessings come your way, all your dreams come true
Bronson wants a pair of shoes, Brandy wants a shirt
As for me, you know what I want, hope he's not a flirt.
Jolly old St. Nicholas, send me a nice young man
I don't want to be no fool, just to hold someone's hand.
I was up all night, to pray that, this isn't some sort of payback
Even after letting these years pass, I'm still holding my tears back
Because all these feelings that I have, got me feeling, like I'm feeling kind of sad
Every night, I'm in the same dream, and I know I have to leave
And I know this may mean, I'll wake with a cry of sorrow, and a mad scream
Because the dream was about you and me, and I know this may seem
That I haven't drawn the line, and cut at the seam
But I'm quite keen to say, the dreams help me breathe
When I wake, I think of the stars passed my ceiling
I'm concealed and conceded to what I'm still feeling
Because to me baby your were something special
Cause lady I'd drop everything, and not look at my schedule
A feeling so sentimental, You'd settle my life which was so stressful
Now I gotta do it with a paper and pencil, I best be careful
Cause my bestie's the devil, set on a level where I'll never be successful
Cause I'm about to booze girl, and about to lose her
Cause I'll ooze out and say those wrong words, and I know it won't work
And another knowing its worth, Cause I'm intoxicated
Cause I like my songs slow, I like my drinks strong
I like my walks long, I like my lights low
And I like my nights wrong, So I'm sitting back, so I could fade away
So I'm sitting here fading as I lay awake, Sitting faded thinking about my mistakes
Now I'm fadin' in, think of what I said "We should take a break"
The look in your eyes, I seen your heart ache, I seen your legs shake
I seen that this love wasn't fake, but at that age, aren't we supposed to make mistakes?
Just to learn from one another, and I knew that's when I really loved her
Because to be with you, I'd do something insane just to see you smile
I'd rearrange the stars so it said your name, I know it's crazy strange
But in my dreams I contain no ounce of pain, it's like things remained the same
But at this pace, I should be in front of your palace, I searched the depths
I even found Atlantis, Maybe I should steal your Christmas list
And be your personal Saint Nicholas
I know it's ridiculous, but you're my beauty miss
I know this is obvious I can't hold my emotion, I'm showing my sloppiness with in this ocean
Continue to part 2.
White
Christmas
Kids
Waiting
By the warm
Fire.
Milk,
Raisin
Cookies for
Saint Nicholas
A gift to
Treat his
Hooked
Sweet tooth.
Gifts under
Christmas
Tree
For all
Kids
11/29/2015
Poetry Soup
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When I was a child, I use to believe, When Santa came to visit me, As he placed the preasants under the Christmas Tree. To my dismay, he never disappointed me. Santa always surprised me. The pretty packages, wrapped all sweet, with the colors' of bright reds and greens,or Silver and pink. The smell of the cookies that mama made, still lingered in the air, Now lay on a dish, for Saint Nicholas to appear. Chestnuts that roasted in the oven, with the fire aglow. Always seem to keep me on my toes. The stockings hung over the mounted mantle, over the fire place, that waited patiently, to be filled with toys and candy. Mama singing Christmas Carols, always put me in the mood. These are the memories, I keep in my heart so dearly, Is the meaning of what Christmas means to me.
Daddy in the kitchen, cooking gracefully, While mama and my brother made ornaments to be hung on our tree. I myself stringing popcorn on a thread to make the garland. Mistletoe hung over the door, to complete the scenary,that awaits for momma and daddy to uphold the promise of kissing each other so they willl never be apart or alone, Forever in love. A giant wreath, hung on our front door, elegantly. Welcoming our friends and family. This is what Christmas, means to me. Many years has passed but I will never forget, All the wonderful memories, my mother has taught me. Will continue on in my family. This is what Christmas, means to me.
No winter postcards of deep snow and bliss
No winter postcards of mistletoe kiss
Winter was cold, winter was tough
Winter was long and we all had it rough
No Father Christmas, no Saint Nicholas
No bright blue, glass baubles, no presents for us
Fantasy Christmas, fantasy tree
We had to live, through the reality
Dad was long gone, the man did his best
When chronic bronchitis, seeped into his chest
The place where he toiled, was all he had known
But it's dust and it's damp had now left mam alone
What would befall us, what would we be
Who would care for us, if we did not have, she
Mam did her best for her nine hungry brood
But I will never forget, there was so little food
Mam had her pride but the children came top
She burnt all the cupboards to keep the rooms hot
Furniture smashed for the fire was the norm
Furniture burned just to keep the kids warm
The hard times as a child sit deep in my mind
The emotions and memories, I remember, unkind
The hunger, the cold, the panger remain
So little food, again and again
The times were of hardship, poverty, pain
Coats on the bed was the name of the game
No warm fancy blankets in my childhood
Just old duffle coats and we fought for the hood
All of the cooking, from one frying pan
Hunched round a fire, nine kids and their mam
All I remember is fried porridge oats
Dark dankie bedrooms and old duffle coats
Snotty nosed kids crying hungry and cold
What bread there might be would be covered in mould
All of the clothing was hand me down stuff
Nine children to dress, there was never enough
One stocking each and sometimes one shoe
In all of my memory I can't recall two
Now most of the children, have just what they need
Warm clothing and food and laptop PC.s
Ipods and kindles with mince pies for tea
Have they ever heard of the word, poverty
I am not angry, I am not sad
One learns to accept, what one had as a lad
Would you swap that Hulme time, to be young in this day
With modern technology and regular pay
Would you sell your soul to escape poverty
Then sell it elsewhere, your not swapping with me
St. Nicholas was a right merry ol’ soul
Making children happy was his entire life's goal,
With a pack full of toys
For all good girls and boys
For centuries, his dedication we extol.
Written November 27, 2022
You could see your breath in the air
Felt toasty in leather gloves and woolen coat
The earth's floor hardened, carpeted in fluffy white
And "Jolly Old Saint Nicholas" chimed from your throat
Counted down as the ball dropped in Times Square
Sweet hearts for the sweetheart you did declare
Danced a jig adorned in green, will do the Bunny Hop soon
And the snap is all but gone from the air
A rainbow of buds have begun to peek from the ground
with speckles of curious green in between
The trees are blossoming as birds perch on limbs,
chirping a morning song to the pastel painted scene
The golden sun becomes shadowed by grey clouds
showers assure that nature doesn't need a drink
The sun reappears, the air smells fresh and full of promise
I guess the seasons change quicker than an eye can blink
3/19/16
In a land adorned with tinsel and lights,
Where merry hearts danced through winter nights,
Christmas arrived, bringing laughter and cheer,
A time when joy and humor drew near.
Santa, the jolly old man dressed in red,
With his chubby frame and a beard widespread,
He squeezed through chimneys with utmost grace,
Delivering gifts at a merry pace.
Saint Nicholas, a legend from days of old,
His stories of kindness and love were told,
He touched hearts with gifts, both big and small,
Spreading warmth and joy to one and all.
Oh, the funny tales that Christmas brings,
Of mishaps and blunders and silly things,
Santa stuck in the chimney, oh what a sight,
As he wiggled and jiggled to make things right.
Children giggled as they watched his plight,
His rosy cheeks turning even more bright,
With a chuckle, he finally emerged free,
Covered in soot, but still filled with glee.
The gifts he left beneath the tree's glow,
Wrapped with care and tied up in a bow,
Brought laughter and excitement to each face,
As they tore open presents with eager grace.
For Christmas is a time of mirth and fun,
Of spreading love and making memories spun,
The laughter echoes, filling the air,
As families gather, showing they care.
So let us cherish this festive delight,
Embrace the spirit, shining so bright,
For in the laughter and joy we find,
The true magic of Christmas, one of a kind.
Oh, Christmas should be...
all snow and sweet carols!
And I would need four reindeers to carry me
wherever I like to be...
listening to the clinking snowy bells
and happily shouting, "Merry Christmas! " to everyone I joyfully meet
at every door that's never without a wreath;
and through a decorated, foggy window spot the Yule log ready to be lit!
All the frenzied bells are jingling,
as my rosy cheeks are dimpling;
you can mistaken me for that jolly old Saint Nicholas
and hear that friendly voice never changing its tone,
but who else can bring those children:
many smiles and lots of toys?
All snow and sweet carols
is the only wish of my Yule season;
and do you have a wish
that you like to come true right now?
Imagine it, or say it aloud;
let me hear it in your happy sound:
use a trumpet, a clarinet or guitar...
and finally make that change within!
In travelling the big Globe:
I see too much sorrow, no hands that pray;
people feel no love and won't put hatred aside!
Many refuse to be kind: to open hearts and minds
to share this wonderful, sacred day
with the true spirit of the Christmas joy!
Should I remind everyone that it should be:
all snow and sweet carols?
Who's the big fat reddest suit
the children shout excited.
Who'll take presents from his bag
and hand them proof enlighted.
Who shouts ho
fat ho fat ho
Laughs for children
brash and brough.
Cracks the whip of Christmas Spirit
Beckons kids to sit and stare at.
Fuels the weir for Christmas wishes.
and calls communion Saint Nick Merrit.
JOLLY OLD SAINT NICHOLAS