Best Santa Poems
Quote By Poet "What I have learned, peacemakers are everything."
My truths shall set me free,
to be the creative person I must be.
Always free to live the life God wants for me,
the life to show Him I do care for Him.
Truth can come in many sizes,
it is all about how we look at our life.
My truth about giving and receiving one's love is priceless,
some things in life one cannot put a price on.
Love in deeds and words are a must,
I will not give out pain.
For that is what this world so freely gives out,
my truth wants to live in peace and kindness daily.
Showing I care for the world,
my truth and Thee shall always be alive.
Cold night and with the breeze, leaves were swinging,
Santa and Rudolph stopped puzzled they heard
From a small chapel, children were singing
Carols for Yuletide, such lovely each word.
Santa and Rudolph stopped puzzled they heard
On that hill everywhere covered with snow
Carols for Yuletide, such lovely each word.
A graceful star from high they saw it glow.
On that hill everywhere covered with snow
The bells rang but they remembered the boys,
A graceful star from high they saw it glow.
Santa had to transport to all, his toys.
The bells rang but they remembered the boys,
From a small chapel, children were singing
Santa had to transport to all, his toys.
Cold night and with the breeze, leaves were swinging,
Now Santa is getting eccentric
His sleigh is now fully electric
He made Rudolph retire
Pressed the red button - ‘Fire’
His world then went totally hectic
He searched for a roof with snow clearing
And found a good landing site nearing
First attempt was a mess
He had no GPS
And no reindeer doing the steering
There was no choice; he had to go back
But he felt he was getting the knack
He then, feeling bolder
Looked over his shoulder
And demolished the next chimney stack
Rudolph, eating sprouts and not grass
Had seen these events come to pass
He helped Santa out
But ate one more sprout
And then put a flame to his ass
“By God, that’s one hasty arrival,
Could you please ensure my survival?”
And Rudolph said, “Sire
I shall stoke my fire,
But promise our team a revival.”
So up in the sky, roof to roof
Relying on sleigh-ski and hoof
Santa got his job done
With a smidgen of fun
And sometimes a butt going ‘poof!’
~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
Santa hasn’t drunk cocoa tonight,
and he’s not dressed in red trimmed with white.
In blue denim so cool,
he is toasting the Yule
with a drink surely not mixed with Sprite!
Santa’s drink was a little too red,
and I think we have something to dread,
for he’s now in the sky
and he’s flying “too high”
as his sleigh widely veers overhead.
Had been use for the Humor Contest of Carol Eastman
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Twas the night before Christmas and all were in need
as we waited for Santa who had promised us Weed.
Our parents were sleeping with not a clue in their heads
that their children were Stoners and away from their beds.
The cheetos had been placed on the table with care
with an idea dear Santa soon would be there.
The winter was cold with no time for a snack
hoping Kris Kringle would come with fresh Pot from his sack.
I had been to the Bank and had obtained hordes of cash
with a fervent desire St. Nick would bring the best of his Stash.
We had our concerns for a reasonable fellow
who was honest and straight... no harshing our mellow.
The time had been set as I looked at the clock
knowing the waiting was tense and we needed our Pot.
And then from the porch a strange sound did we hear
but it was only friend Jim who had gone for some beer.
I stared out the window and peered through the snow
and we were greatly concerned whether Santa would show.
And then from the street... what did I observe?
A '72 ford Pinto... which was stuck on the curb.
The engine was smoking and the tires were flat
and with the windows quite frosted... I reached for my bat.
This didn't look good as I gave way to doubt.
Wondering who was the driver and who would come out?
And who should come forth? But Santa himself
who was all bearded and fat, a jolly old Elf.
He climbed to our rooftop... was nimble and quick
thus avoiding the doorbell... this fella was slick.
He was now in the chimney and this lightened our hearts
and we knew he was close when we heard the Elf fart.
And then in an instant the Big Guy appeared
but asking double the price for which we had feared.
We told him our troubles as he pondered our point,
he then lowered the price on every third Joint.
The payment was made and the dope was obtained
and up the chimney he rose unconcerned for the flame.
I'll remember that night... for it was a doozy
when Santa came through... and brought me a Doobie.
As he drove out of sight... I heard him calling my name...
Merry Christmas to all and goodnight Mary Jane.
The End
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Twas the night before Christmas and I was a gasp
at the rumors that filled me with an odious fright.
For Santa Claus was now tired of working for free
and would be harvesting organs well into the night.
He would be looking for kidneys, livers and hearts
as well as others too numerous to mention.
All this was designed to lower his cost of production
and help his Elves with their healthcare and pension.
The reporters reported the disheartening news
that dear Santa had put an end to holiday cheer.
And to lock all our windows and batten the doors
to prevent a Christmas which could end only in tears.
Now the Media's record of telling the truth
was often wrong and extremely spotty at best.
So I had faith in Saint Nick and his message of hope
and would not give in to the lies they address.
So I fell into slumber to awake Christmas morning
and put my trust in the jolly old Elf.
But awoke latter that night when the stomping of hooves
caused several books to fall from the shelf.
Quickly grabbing a candle... I flew down the stairs
to see my tree laden with presents and toys.
As dear Santa had come through with his usual flair
and my trepidation turned to wonder and joy.
So I opened a window and peered through the night
and spotted the old Elf at the head of his sleigh.
I heard him yell from afar as he drove out of sight,
'You should rest in bed for most of the day.'
I pondered his point... unsure what he meant
as my body began to shimmy and shiver.
And as sure as the bells that would ring Christmas morn...
that fat bastard had taken half of my liver.
So as I lay in the bed and considered my stress
and the reason for my tension and plight.
But put it aside... when I realized by giving an organ
I put the spirit of Christmas in a more favorable light.
The End
Night before Christmas Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Date: Nov 29/2019
As I sit here upon this full moon,
it is October not hot June.
The comets whiz by playing a happy tune,
they make me want to swoon.
The space between stars is not empty hooray,
it is filled with colors of blue and gray.
I love to watch by night and by day,
being filled with both the moon and sun spray.
I see this pretty space beltway,
the shinning diamond stars have much to say.
Each star has a roll to play,
out here in this pretty space buffet.
Many have told me it's all about "me"
every time I hear that I want to flee
let's talk it over
don't act like a rover
I always like to make it about we.
What can I say to you about "myself"
I feel you put me on a bookshelf
hearing your many words
you speak like a bird
I must always be true to thyself.
Now we have me, myself, and "I"
can you see it through my eye
there are three in one
guess it is all done
asking why I must always try.
I.
There are so many things that I desire,
oh, please Santa, give me what I fancy-
I’m a woman with needs, so much required,
now here’s my list, I’m getting too antsy!
Laser hair removal system for one,
you know sir, the kind that doesn’t even hurt?
Cuz’ not only would it be so much fun,
it would be easier for me to flirt.
No man wants a girl with gross facial hair,
Chewie Chewbacca has nothing on me-
I need a delicate skin tone so fair,
not a five o’clock shadow so hairy.
I beg of you, to fill my last request,
so that I may always look my darn best!
II.
I’ve been a lil’ naughty, I must confess,
dipped my toes in cold water full of ice-
Ate too many Snickers and stole that dress,
Santa, I didn’t even have to think twice!
What else have I done that has been so wrong?
yes, maybe I should keep you in the loop-
Walking my puppy, and strolling along,
started storming, I didn’t pick up his poop!
Or what about the time I shh-ed that kid,
he was annoyingly singing too loud
in church; then he ran off crying and hid,
his parents couldn’t find him in the large crowd.
See, innocent I never claimed to be,
but I hope you show mercy upon me!
III.
Despite my indiscretions you must know,
I really am a nice girl deep inside-
It’s hard, but I try to go with the flow,
it’s not my fault I’ve got nothin’ to hide!
I beg and plead for you to see the good,
held in the depth of my soul and my heart-
Please know I would do better if I could,
guess New Year’s Day is a good time to start.
Santa, you must have compassion for me,
I know you enjoy having your white beard,
but it’s not normal to be so hairy,
have you seen me lately? I look so weird!
Yes, I’ve been naughty… give me your wisdom---
send a laser hair removal system!
From Your Lips to Santa's Ears Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Phillip Garcia
December 27, 2017
It seems that daddy loses ground
when that old Santa comes around
For with his smile and apple cheeks
caught by the glimpse of one who peeks
Excitement roars its fluffy head
as kiddies must lay down to bed
With thoughts of jolly beards and boots
a doll that cries, a’train that toots
For wondrous are the mysteries
awaiting ‘neath the Christmas trees
And how can daddy then compete
with ” Ho, Ho, Ho’s “.about to greet
A busy man must Santa be
a world of children he must see
Despite his reindeer flight so swift
much needed help is such a gift
At least until a certain age
when kiddies turn a certain page
On Christmas Eve they can’t connect
that daddy is the prime suspect!
Dear Santa I want a batmobile that can fly
I want to go way up above the sky
You probably think it's silly and are asking yourself, why?
You see I've got to get to heaven so it has to go real high
Don't get the wrong impression, I don't want to die
I wish to meet a couple grandparents,for them mom and dad do cry
They say they'd love me and wish I could have met them as they let out a sigh
If I can't have a batmobile I'll settle for a set of wings,just bring me something that can fly
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Dear Santa,
How you doing,
hope this message finds you well
I know it’s almost Christmas
and you’re busier than hell
I really hate to ask you
but I know I have been nice
Except for just a couple things
and maybe something twice
But if you could be kind enough
and find it in your heart
To put a gift inside your bag
before you do depart
It’s something sort of special
that I’m hoping for this year
To bring a little joy about
and spread some Christmas cheer
Perhaps your elves can do it while
they’re making all those toys
That you will be delivering
to little girls and boys
It’s really very simple
and I’d truly like to say
Just something I am wishing for
this winter holiday
So if you would remember please,
before the evening ends
To bring a happy Christmas smile
to all my Souper friends
They really do deserve it
for they are so very kind
And I would like to see their face
when this gift they do find
So I’ll leave an extra cookie
that I know you will not miss
And wish you Merry Christmas
signed, your thankful poet,
Oops, no names, I’ll sign it after the contest ends. : )
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12/05/19
For the: What You Want for Christmas Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gregory Paul
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‘Twas the night before Christmas
Mrs. Claus demanded a divorce.
Santa was being promiscuous
with older naughty girls, of course.
All those ho ho ho’s liked his package,
for he always enjoyed being on top.
He used his stamina to his advantage,
and his jingle bells just wouldn’t stop!
Mrs. Claus was fed up with his lust
for other women he was desiring.
No more could Santa ever trust
those tattle tale elves he was hiring!
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It was time to leave on his sleigh, /\
Rudolph’s nose was red with glee- / o \
For Christmas was really on its way, / O \
though Mrs. Claus didn’t agree. / O o \
/o O o \
She wanted him to pay for his sins, / o O \
maybe get stuck in a chimney flue- / O o O \
Making fun of his belly she grins, /_o___o__O\
hoping he lands in Timbuktu! |||
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The night ended and Santa was tired, |||
it was rough being in Atlanta.
That was the year that he retired…
three ho's were enough for Santa!
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Date - 12.5.19
'Twas the Night Before Christmas Contest
Sponsor - Joseph May
2nd Place