Best Santa Clause Poems
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
On Cristmas Eve, comes Santa Clause,
stuffing tons of cookies in his jaws.
It's no wonder he's Jolly and fat;
I would be too, if I ate like that.
That Santa Clause with his Big Belly
He only laughing at all ah we,
With all his HO HO HO
As if I don't know,
That all the stores want is we money.
He thinks it's a joke, I tell you so
Him and his Wife and Elves do know,
And the more He deceive
Is the more we believe,
And Business men raking in the dough.
So Santa you better take a break
I don't have a job, for goodness sake,
So no milk and cookies
They will give cavities,
This Christmas Eve we're staying awake.
There once was a man with a long white beard
and people looked at him as though he were weird
He wore a big red suit all around town
but was happy and gay for no one could bring him down.
He traveled all across the sea worldwide
with his faithful sidekick Rudolph by his side
His goal for the day was to stock up lots of toys
and deliver them to all the good little girls and boys
With his red suit and sleigh and reindeer
he started out into the night without any fear
Through the rain, sleet, snow and hail
He'd reach his destination without fail
He'd flop down each chimney with grace
and imagine the beautiful smiles on each kids face
when they woke up and saw their surprise
the thought of it bought tears to his eyes
As He dashed off in and out of each house without a pause
his name you ask me? well of course it's Santa clause.
After their work at the North Pole was done,
Santa Claus and Frosty wanted some fun.
Off to downtown they did go
to take in a Disney Show.
Santa called out the reindeer one by one.
Candy, popcorn, and drinks they did partake.
At intermission - need for bathroom break.
Santa gave a squeal of fright;
he screamed a warning that night
where Frosty hands were now only a flake.
11/30/2018
10 10 7 7 10 , 10 10 7 7 10 syllable count
MEMO FROM SANTA,
THERE WILL BE NO CHRISTMAS THIS COMING SEASON..
I SUPPOSE YOU WANT TO KNOW MY WHOLE REASON.
EVERY YEAR I GET THIS CHRISTMAS LIST.
THE MORE I READ IT THE MORE IT GIVES ME FITS.
I WORK ALL YEAR MAKING CKRISTMAS TOYS FOR ALL THOSE LITTLE GIRLS
AND BOYS. NO ONE WANTS THEM.
THEY WANT IPODS,XBOXES PLAYSTSTIONS,COMPUTERS,COMPUTER
GAMES. WHO THEY THINK I AM THE I.B.M?
I TRY TO MAKE CHRISTMAS BRIGHT.
THE ELVES WANT MORE MONEY,THE REINDEERS FIGHT..
RUDOLF NOW DRINKING HIS NOSE DONT GLOW.
HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO SEE WHERE TO GO?
MY SLED IS OLD NEEDS REPAIRED,
I CANT FLY THAT OLD SLED EVERYWHERE.
ON CHRISTMAS EVE IM FLYING DOGGING TREES,
CLIMBING CHIMNEYS SKINNING MY KNESS.
DOING ALL THIS, JUST TO FULFILL EVERYONE CHRISTMAS LIST.
WHEN IM FLYING OVER YOUR HOME,
PLEASE WHEN IM FLYING OVER YOUR HOME,
DONT CALL ME ON YOUR CELL PHONE
ASKING FOR ONE MORE CHRISTMAS WISH?
TO BRING YOU A SATELILITE DISH.
JUST WHEN I THOUGHT THINGS MIGHT GET BETTER,
THE I.R.S SENDS ME A LETTER.
NOW ISNT THAT FUNNY,WHO EVER HEARD ANYONE SENDING SANTA ANY
MONEY? THOSES MONEY MUNGERS,JERKS.
NOW YOU KNOW WHY, I FEEL LIKE SCRAPPING THE WHOLE DARN WORKS.
THEN I STARTED THINKING WHAT CHRISTMAS WOULD BE?
IF THERE WASNT A SANTA TO PUT CHRISTMAS GIFTS UNDER YOUR
CHRISTMAS TREE..
SO PLEASE DELETE THIS MEMO FROM ME.
ILL BE THERE AGAIN ON THIS COMING CHRISTMAS EVE
SO LONG GOD BLES AND I WISH YOU ALL A VERY,MERRY BLESSED
CHRISTMAS.
Yo! Santa Buddy, do you think you could help out a bro,
You know, with some dinero.
Santa Buddy - my lady wants to eat somewhere nice.
Yo! Santa Buddy, do you think you could help out a friend
And send, something I can spend.
Santa Buddy - my lady wants some jewelry with ice.
Every time you hold out your hand,
I give a contribution for my fellow man.
Every time you ring your bell,
I put a few dollars in your silver pail.
Yo! Santa Buddy, your biggest admirer is me,
But see, my pocket's empty.
Santa Buddy - my lady is so way overpriced!
She wakes this morning
Got along day ahead
She’s making sandwiches
Hot soup and garlic bread
She love to feed the homeless
She sees on the street
She will drive around the city
To give them something to eat
She goes to the hospital
She love to helps the elderly
She always volunteers
To keep them company
And to save the animals
She campaigns tirelessly
And she will never stop
Till they are all free
She goes to the orphanage
She love to make the children smile
She runs for cancer charity
In the New York 10 k mile
She protest to stop the wars
And to free Palestine
She doesn't like religions
To control people minds
They cutting down the rain forest
She would love to stop it now
She goes to the Amazon
And stand in front of the plow
She would loves to stop genocide
She loves to give donations
She would love to stop poverty
From every nations
She fights for the hopeless
To end their misery
And against all the oil spills
That kills fishes in the sea
She stands for human rights
Against so many countries
She loves to save humanity
And to spread equality
And she love to tell me
Of all the wonderful things she does
She is just an angel
And a female Santa clause
And I love to hear her talk
Of all she would love to do
And I know she wouldn't stop
Till they all come true
He was a gentle giant - towering
Bigger than the notorious Claus
His jolly and joy were never overpowering
His gift was a reminder of grandma’s
He represented Santa - his love the cause
YOU ARE MY SERENADE
What good do sunny days do
If they're not sunny for you?
What good does summer rain do,
If it's not raining for you.
What goods my heartbeat,
If it's not beating for you?
What good could butterflies be
If they're not flitty, for you?
What good would poetry be
If it's not written for you?
What good's my heartbeat
If it's not beating for you?
What good's my love song
If I don't sing it to you?
I'd do anything,
I would sing all night for you.
You are my serenade.
I look at you
And I know dreams can come true.
You are my serenade.
What good could Autumn leaves be
If they're not falling for you?
What good could Santa Claus be
If he don't leave me for you?
What good's my heartbeat
If it's not beating for you?
What good's my love song
If I don't sing it to you?
Wjat gppd's my love song
If I don't sing it to you?
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
?Trump Table
So are we able?
Try and reverse Trump table;
Not find a fable.
What does annoy
Another Trump deploy
Who will enjoy?
Grasp at many straws
And we took another pause
Is Trump Santa Clause?
Think about it.
Jim Horn
A memo from santa clause;There will be no CHRISTMAS this coming season.
I suppose you want to know my whole reason,Every year I get this CHRISTMAS
list. The more I read it;The more it gives me fits.I try to make CHRISTMAS bright.
The elves want more money.The reindeers fight. MRS CLAUSE worries I work
both day and night. I work all year making CHRISTMAS toys for all the girls and
boys.No one want them.They want IPODS;XBOXS computer games ;computers.
Who they think I am the I B M? RUDOFF is now drinking his nose dont glow.
How am I suppose to see where to go? My sled is old needs repaired.
How am I suppose to fly that sled erveywhere?On CHRISTMAS eve IM
flyiing; ;dogging trees;climbing down chimmeys skinnging my knees.
Doing all this to try and fill everyones CHRISTMAS list.When IM flying over your
home.Please dont call me on your cell phone.Asking for one more CHRISTMAS
wish to bring you a satelite dish Everyone must think IM SAMSON to carry that
heavy sack.Not me ;not any more IM not going to break my back.
Just when I think things would get better.The I.R.S. sends me a letter I owe tazes.
Now isnt that funny.Who ever heard of anyone sending SANTA any money.
THOSE money mongers;jerks. Now you know my reason why I think there
shouldnt be a CHRISTMAS this coming season.
Then I started thinking;What CHRISTMAS would be if there wasnt a SANTA;
to put CHRISTMAS gifts under your CHRISTMAS tree?
So please delete this memo from me. I will be there again on this coming
CHRISTMAS eve.So long GOD BLESS I wish you all a very merry blessed
CHRISTMAS.
Please rate 1-10
(1 Santa would be proud or
10 A coal in your stocking!)
A white Christmas in Chicagee don't make no sense
Bout time we skeedaddle, let good times commence
So where to go, my darlin' Maggie and me
As we swig down our egg nog and pack our tree?
The lil' miss and I'll be spendin' this Christmas
Way down yonder on the Panama Isthmus
There's a honky-tonk there on the ol' canal
Tequilla will be flowin' for me and my gal
Do the games you play exist?
Do your fantasies exist?
Is Star Trek real?
Is your dream of a new home real?
Dreams are all that little children have
Why take them away?
Yes, Santa Clause is real!
(I just had the worse experience of my lifetime, last night a mother who is a friend of mine told her little boy on Christmas Eve there was no Santa Clause which is up to her not me. I was outside and he came up to me and ask me if Santa was real, I really didn’t know what to say the only thing I could think of saying is: He lives in your heart and he smiled, why do people take dreams away form little children who have fantasies and dreams?)
If Santa Clause isn't real then stop putting up Christmas Trees and getting the little ones hopes up!
they wait stay up late
there love not fake
ito them its heavnly
to put kids gift under the tree
so don't make them mad
SANTA CLAUSE
is
MOM AND DAD