Best St Nicholas Poems
Jolly Old St. Nicholas
Ho! Ho! Ho!
Candy Canes and Christmas Cheer
With a fuss, children line up, and wait to get near
To look deep into Jolly Old St. Nicholas eyes
Quietly, and from the depths of their hearts
They sit on his lap and whisper in his ear
Their favorite toy they want for Christmas
Ho! Ho! Ho!
Candy Canes and Christmas Cheer
Overjoyed with great big dreams and hope
Children sigh, Please, Jolly Old St. Nicholas
Are the elves focus and hard at work
Working around the clock
We've been very good this year
Ho! Ho! Ho!
Candy Canes and Christmas Cheer
Through the eyes of children goodness
Jolly Old St. Nicholas a giver of gifts
Keeping the spirit of Christmas alive
For some a trust of faith and a symbol of hope
For others joy, Christmas trees, and toys
Ho! Ho! Ho!
Candy Canes and Christmas Cheer
Wise Jolly Old St. Nicholas is on his way here
11/29/2015
Children Story
There's a little bit of St. Nicholas in all of us…
Most of us will never ride on a flying sled
Led by nine reindeer, one with a "nose so red"
And most of us will never go all around the world
In just one night with gifts for every boy and girl
But we all want this time of year to be
A happy holiday for little ones to see
There's a little bit of St. Nicholas
In all of us each year
And it's all because we are Santa Claus
To all we hold so dear
So in the Spirit of Christmas love
Let us share this season's cheer
With everyone like a newborn Son
In the Nick of time this year (Chorus)
Most of us may never jingle bells dressed in red
For spare change so others can be sheltered, clothed and fed
And most of us may never visit the needy overseas
Or spend hours with our neighbors or the least of these
But let's give to those who ask and show charity
To the poor and lonely, and the young and old that be
Without necessities of life within longings of love
So they will believe in what they're dreaming of
And receive what they need and more than enough
So that they too can be a little like St. Nicholas
(Chorus)
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?
As I walk through the door, none looks my way
I was never important, not that many would say
I stand in the corner but nobody sees me
I speak but none turn, it’s the way it’s supposed to be.
The world looks different from the one’s I had seen
The evil still abounds, repeated daily, a bad scene
I speak but none even turns my way, Am I here?
A child comes to me his hand raised, in his eyes there are tears.
All this pain this sorrow, what the purpose can be
Hate, evil doing, never ceases to amaze me
More children come they pull at my hand
I gaze at the innocence and I understand
They smile and they laugh but others see us not
And yet the celebrations go on, but they all have forgot
I am here for them, all, the unhappy, unloved and deceased
They called me St Nicholas, but only think of the feast.
They made me a saint in the centuries long gone
Over prisoner’s and sailor’s and children every one
No one remembers except for the gifts on one day
But I looked after all, they made me this way
Nobody gives me a thought through out the year
But I collect all the children and wipe away their tears
We are the happy ones they all know to come to me
Not only on one day but through out the year you see.
There are stories and legends formed over the years
But if the belief were strong there would be fewer tears
I am the patron saint of so many causes
I am the man behind all the Santa clauses.
But remember my mission was to offer help to the needy
Not to feed all the senses of those that are greedy.
Remember I stand here, but no one sees me
I’m not given a thought, until they bring in the tree.
But I tried in my life to help those needy and wanting
Those that beatified me gave me a task that is daunting.
From the sailors to the innocent and all the children in fear
If you believe in me or not my I wish you a happy new year.
© ~GG~16/12/2012
A little girl said to her mother one day
"Santa's not real, that's what my friends say"
Her tears welled up and she started to cry
And said" Is he real or is it a lie ?".
Her mom was shocked that she had been put to the test
And decided telling the truth would be for the best
She thought for a moment then said carefully
"Santa's spirit is real, as real as can be".
"He lived in Myra by the Aegean sea
It used to be Greece but now is Turkey
He left this life a long time ago
But not his spirit, that continues to grow".
"His name was Bishop Nicholas and wore robes of red
Was wealthy, helped the poor and made sure they were fed
He did things in secret whilst they slept in their bed
And soon people got to know about the bishop in red".
"Something else about him that people don't know
Was he came from a hot country and it didn't snow
But the story grew bigger over the years
Snow, elves and sleigh added along with reindeers".
"All over the world little girls and boys
Wake up Christmas day to lots of new toys
And everyone says that Santa has been
Presents are left but he's never seen".
"Parents leave presents under the tree
But Santa guides them with his legacy
They do it for you out of kindness and love
Under the watchful eye of Santa above".
"Santa's spirit is alive, it's certainly not dead
The world's full of people like the bishop in red
Doing good for mankind, animals as well
When you next see your friends, this story do tell".
The little girl cheered up, kissed her mom and said
"I too want to be like the bishop in red"
"When I grow up, like Santa I'll be
Helping the poor and the needy".
Just like Nicholas who performed those good deeds
Helping the less fortunate, seeing to their needs
So when you venture out help someone if you can
Be it an animal a child, woman or man.
Merry Christmas.
Written 13th December 2017
Writing Challenge - December, 2019 - I want Christmas Poems - Poetry Contest.
Sponsored By Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode.
Marianne Moore 'SAINT NICHOLAS'
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Every ones heart is open happy and glad that's if they have a heart,
Every ones purse is opened wide whether they have much money or not,
This is the sunny good side of Christmas and he is a jolly old fellow,
St Nicholas can dry up most tears quieten sighs, clear up any storms.
He piles the yule-log high upon the hearth and beckons his brother's,
But there are tears that surge upwards from a source too deep to dry,
Clouds too dense to drive away and deeper sighs too sorrowful to bare,
He finds he cannot banish all pain so he begins to sympathize with it.
He has a gentle hand to lay upon a troubled heart he can weep and feel,
He also feels for the unfortunate and help bear the burden of the weary,
He also listens to the thoughtful retrospect its return awakens the mind,
He hopes on this one day every year people show they care for each other.
After the feast happiness ensues a season of deep reflection and good will,
Many last night enjoyed a dance, dance cards full struggling with admirers,
Some were under the kissing bush or picking trinkets from the Christmas Tree,
Playing games like blind man's buff and reveling in the best time of the year.
December’s the month all the children hold dear.
It’s getting close, the time it draws near.
You’ll peep out the curtain out through the window.
Awaiting the sleigh bell ring, and the first Christmas snow.
Where will he land with his sleigh and his deer?
I know it is magic, this one night of the year.
When all children are equal, no rich and no poor.
Because it’s the magic of Christmas, we feel our hearts soar.
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Donner and Blitzen
Rudolph, Comet, Cupid and Vixen.
You’ll hear their bells if you carefully listen
Chuckles and laughter, he likes to guffaw.
His laughter booms out as loud as a roar.
The wonder and awe that the children do feel.
Joined as one for peace and goodwill.
Glad tidings are brought and the carols are sung.
Mantels decorated and the stockings are hung.
Christmas eve is upon us, there is warmth in the air.
St Nick draws in close, the children aware.
They’ll try to wait up, want to see him arrive.
Alas, little children of that view, the sandman deprives.
Remember though children my true gift to you.
Is the wonder and love, it will fill your heart true.
I’m not just a symbol, I exist in you all.
I Bring peace and love in you, one and all
Merry Christmas
Nicholas