Christmas Children Poems | Examples
These Christmas Children poems are examples of Children poems about Christmas. These are the best examples of Children Christmas poems written by international poets.
Any child will tell you...
Christmas is the best holiday of all.
The secret is drawn-out anticipation.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
The Spirit of joy
Is felt by children
Getting excited
For Santa to come
Everywhere they look
Decorations seen
Soon Santa will be
In thew shopping mall
Children wrote a list
To give to Santa
For their Christmas gifts
That they hope to have
Children are anxious
To meet Santa Clause
Sit upon his lap
Telling him their list
The gifts they would like
For the Christmas Day
decorations down
little faces at window
tinsel trail to curb
Dizzy snowflakes churn,
window glaze, a child’s delight,
a festive world day
Once there was a Christmas shopping countdown
Shoppers storming malls, and Macy’s downtown
Those days seem so long ago
Even little children know
(to) Order online ~ last-minute playground
Is it not relevent that an Australian city was
The canvas..? Or that everyday Aussies died.' What i mostly hear, is Isreal complaning, is independant observation
Largely not allowed? I out-cry.? For Bondi.'
Nipping snowflakes light
Crisp whispered winter's cold bite.
Christmas still darkness
used absolute dazzling charm
on a crystalline white rug.
Above the snow clouds,
silence watched Jolly Santa
and his reindeer fly
with "Ho-Ho-Ho," and the thrilled
sound of light jingling sleigh bells.
The little children
And family round decked tree
on early morning,
with the halls decked with holly,
presents in the brightest wrap.
frosty air
calm whispers everywhere
silent stars shining like diamond bright
spurring man to dream on the birth of Jesus Christ
making children, in wait of gifts, full of delight,
cartols hummed to tell an awesome plight,
candles lit to ignite
Christmas Night.
winter found its way
midst icy mists of snowfall
and its bas relief
of abstract patterned snowflakes
to please young and old with its
centurys-old splendor
as trees of lights and tinsel
light boughs of fresh pine
with hints of forest faeries
A wonderland complete in
its snowman sculptors
with rosy cheeks and big smiles
that beckon singers
round fireplace remembering
many prefer the summer
some of us prefer summer
It's the holidays in Tinseltown
Let's have no one wear a frown
Children are worried about to have a nervous breakdown
We've searched the land both up and down
And cannot find if Santa's been around
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Every year, people of a humble community living in the 88th Street of Bangkulasi are gathered inside a church. And each year, eighty-eight candles are being litted by children with disability, kids with less than ten fingers and very few assisted kids with no natural fingers at all.
One purpose of lighting the candles is for Thanksgiving. And again on or before Christmas Day before the end of the year.
There are eighty-eight sticks in a standard piano -- 88 tones being played and heard by churchgoers, participants and volunteers as they sing the church hymns.
The eighty-eight litted candles can represent many other things, depending on how people see and interpret things around them.
One child asked the priest, "Of all numbers, why '88' ?"
Kids asleep dream dreamy dreams
Swept up in all the christmas hype
Morning will reveal half-eaten cookies
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
a house of color
dressed in shades of pink and blue
and eaves iced with white
lights from outside warmth
on winter roses- sparkling
snowflakes on petals
standing on the porch
joyful children caroling
singing in rhythm
old-timers awake
to the sounds of silent night
they then watch- with love
not quite
White Christmas,
but that'll do.
'tis the next best thing!
celestial confetti
comes tumbling down
at noon time
generously,
incessantly;
palpable excitement
hangs like hope in the firmament
one of several
children at play
extracts her tongue
waiting;
some did land...
and she squeals with joy!
ah, ivory flakes...
down they come;
tiny alabaster feathers
fluttering d
o
w
n
like maple leaves in Autumn;
darting diagonally,
hullahooping
in the December wind.
Snow is rain
with a playful
chill -- gaily
floating, gliding
bored with a ping
and a spill --
children, likewise
though fond of a dip and
a stroke, also love to run, jump
and sled down
a
frosty
slippery
slope --