Christmas Christian Poems | Examples
These Christmas Christian poems are examples of Christian poems about Christmas. These are the best examples of Christian Christmas poems written by international poets.
we need to recruit the choir of four
I thought we would need at least six more
It’s a huge church, and the mass is a big deal
Choir of four showed up on my statement’s heel
We are here to interview for the job they stated
I was amazed by their melodic tone, it was underrated
Can you be here on Christmas eve for three services? I asked
We would not dream of missing it, said their angel leader, Mrs. Mask.
See the tent in Egypt and the refugees -
the carpenter, his wife and his son -
gathered in a peaceful moment,
though hunted and on the run.
A joyful scene one evening:
held up by the man’s gentle hands,
the toddler took his first stand
on the soil of the slave-maker’s lands.
One small step for a human,
more profound than Armstrong’s deed.
A giant leap for all mankind
made to fulfil our greatest need.
For that boy just kept on walking
all the way to the cross and His doom.
So much greater that God stepped on earth
than ever man walked on the moon.
Evangelicals of the Golden Coin
hypocrites in every way
every hour of every day
the slaughter and starvation of children
as long as its not their own
they rise up and sing, the others
they deserve it!
colonizers are always right
the oppressed and poor
simply cobble stones to walk over
singing Christmas carols with eggnog
while bombs fall on little children
I want to throw up, sorry
I am disgusted
as would be little Tiny Tim
Winter wonder land's Frosty the Snowman
always radiates love* with vibrant Christmas plan
miraculously bright midst icy glow
never melting along gifts that flow.
*1 John 4:8 He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love.
December 25, 2025
1st place, "Frosty" Clerihew Poem Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 12/26/2025
Among the joys of Christmas morn
are gifts revealed from wrappers torn.
A gift that’s left unopened will
remain to all, a secret still.
Each one is given goodly gifts
to use with gratitude and thrift.
But sadly, many lives are wrecked
because one gift, they all reject.
The baby born on Christmas morn
was God’s best gift with love adorned.
To our race estranged by sin
God sent His gift, our hearts to win.
God’s gift remains unopened still
by stubborn hearts and wayward wills.
As you, through all your presents sift,
I pray you will open God’s gift.
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snowflakes kiss the pews~
hush between the hymn's last note
and the Christ child's breath
In the town of Nazareth in Galilee
God began His greatest plan in history.
To redeem the fallen nature of the world
He sent an angel to speak to a young girl.
He said, “Hail, Favored One, full of grace.
You shall bear God’s Son to save the human race.”
And thus, will the prophecies all be fulfilled.”
She humbly answered, “I will do God’s will.”
The obedient reply of this one girl
Made it possible for God to save the world.
Because, in God she knew she placed her trust
The Word became flesh to dwell with us.
May we follow the example she has set.
May we do our very best to not forget
In the town of Nazareth in Galilee
God began His greatest plan in history.
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I.
straw-scratched cheek, small fist
clenched—did angels warn you how
manger splinters pierce?
II.
kings kneel, yet you grasp
a shepherd’s calloused thumb first~
a carpenter’s thumb
III.
cold stable, warm breath.
God wrapped in swaddling—waiting
for nails, not our praise.
A child gone but not just any child.
The Son of God and of Mary, mother mild.
With her husband, Joseph, she searched for three whole days
And when they found Him they were both amazed.
A child gone, and only twelve years old
A little sheep that had slipped out of the fold.
Why the boy would wander, they just could not conceieve
And when they found him they were both relieved.
They found that He was missing. He was somehow left behind.
They searched Jerusalem but they couldn’t find a sign.
They found Him in the temple with the teachers of the Law.
They were listening to Him in wonder and in awe.
A child found, with Mary reconciled
A happy end to a mother’s frightening trial.
Finally, together, for home did they depart
And Mary pondered all this in her heart.
late on the night preceding Christmas Day
I glimpsed a ghostly shimmer on the snow
and though the moon was shining in its way
'twas something more compelling in this glow
deep in it, I could see the course of years
the strains and pains of humankind thereof
to search the dearer christening of tears
and change the flow of time to render love
my eyes were sore afraid at such a sight
and so too in my heart there grew a doubt
and yet, the beautied power of such light
had placed its peace within me and without
for there, above - redemption from afar -
the grace of heaven, shining … from a star.
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Time is not lineal
The back of memory
past relived
future imagined --
Time is mind, and mind
Has its own compass and
Essence Navigator.
Love is a perfect example
When perfected, all directions
At all times,
Ever present in the mind and
Heart of man
His Manifest Christ --
Time is Spirit
And spirit is timeless….
Come on now! You can’t be serious!
Take the Christ out of Christmas….
Not here in the great US of A --
Like taking the cork from the core
of a baseball. Or the sweetened lard
center from between the rich chocolate
cookies. It’s UN-American Macy’s! It’s
sacrilegious, beautiful STD Hollywood
(look but don’t touch). Thinking to do away
with long standing fond tradition, is tantamount
to Spiritual Sedition! For such thought your Act
of Contrition say: An Our Father, eat 3 Oreos, and
12 Hot dogs at the next World Series.
Vibrant hope
beyond tomorrow's scope
blissfully rises midst prayer zest
as faith reigns to smite attacks of trial and test
strengthening courage for love-propelled work so blest
that upholds service of kindness pace...
---yon Christmas days' tough race
with God's grace.*
*1 Peter 5:10 But the God of all grace, who hath called us unto his eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after that ye have suffered a while, make you perfect, stablish, strengthen, settle you.
December 16, 2025
2nd place, "A Trois-par-Huit for December" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich; judged on 12/24/2025
Upon the atheist rests the weighty task
To show all knowledge stands on mortal ground
Can nature’s uniformity unmask
Or logic’s laws in reason’s courts be found?
And absent from God, such footing seems unsure
For concepts fade, absolutes ‘came obscure
Now, Santa Claus, in a cheerful mythical fray
Will liken faith in God to flights on a sleigh
But transcendental truth is not a game
Nor matter or motion, or bound to a Yuletide frame
God’s attributes no creature may possess
Omniscience alone is God’s mindset
Thus, by what is revealed, we clearly see
Reality conforms to His decree
Santa’s lore can’t rival what is afore told
For only God holds wisdom’s keys of old
So, in this search for truth, let hearts be wise
No creature takes God’s place because God decries
Don’t let the Cradle
Crowd
The Cross
Out of Christmas.