Children Christmas Poems | Examples
These Children Christmas poems are examples of Christmas poems about Children. These are the best examples of Christmas Children poems written by international poets.
Santa’s village was on the edge of reconstruction and renovation.
the elves were excited, they held a parade and massive celebration.
Electronics, cell phones and I-pads are sought by children of today.
The workshop was full of antiquated equipment to toss away.
No one wanted wooden blocks or dolls that talk or wiggle.
They still had a filing cabinet of Barbie dolls that had a giggle.
Super hero items are now the absolute must-have rage.
They needed to delete obsolete toys that never reached a finished stage.
Santa’s reindeers were dancing around all joyful too.
They were on permanent break, for deliveries now came through Lou.
Lou was the head elf, and a big proponent of Amazon Prime.
So the reindeers could lay around and dine, all of the time.
Upon a grassy hill, so long ago,
our lovely, old Victorian-style home
was built in eighteen eighty-six, aglow
with cozy rooms and firesides burning bright.
So charming were the winding stairs that flared
neath the cathedral ceiling's chandelier.
Outdoors, a rolling lawn and gardens spread
beside a stony brook that rambled on.
A time I still remember- Christmas Day
in nineteen fifty-three- age fourteen then,
and I recall those very special hours
at home, so cozy, warm with my loved ones
of many generations, happily
around the sparkling tree with old-time trim
of bubble lights, glass balls, and Christmas songs
playing softly on the record player.
Extended family- my mom and dad,
grandparents, brother, cousins, uncles, aunts-
spent happy hours, and such a blessed time
was shared as peace and love were felt by all
as I, once the youngest, now the oldest
generation, carry on that spirit
and make traditions last, to someday be
my children and grandchildren’s Christmas past.
They dressed me up in tinsel
and lametta I recall
stood me in a corner
not as a wallflower
I was the belle of the ball
but now my needles shedding
the moment I've been dreading
limp lonely forgotten neglected
not long before I'm ejected
and two weeks later here am I
a sad and sorry sight to behold
enough to make one cry
discarded by the side of the road
wasting away out in the cold
alas this is the fate awaits us
to make the children smile
here today gone tomorrow
born to sparkle but for a while
Everything was ready for Christmas Day.
New toys were wrapped for the children to play.
We had all decorated the Christmas Tree.
Gifts in pretty paper were placed carefully.
The stockings were hung.
We had rehearsed carols to be sung.
We were all snug in bed.
The children wishing it was morning instead.
When suddenly Father ran out in the snow.
For what, we could not guess and did not know.
He brought in a plant and hung it over the door.
Soon he was back in bed and had started to snore.
What did he get that was missing?
Big brother said Father must have been dreaming of kissing.
Ah now we all know,
It was mistletoe.
Merry Christmas to all- We are having a good night.
It doesn’t happen everyday
Through perilous weather, flies Santa’s sleigh
Reflecting in the Winter sun
Are its legs, in gunmetal grey
Yet as Christmas Eve turns to Morning
Falling behind red-silk and cotton
Among the frost
One’s mind is lost
And all else is forgotten
The children play with what was brought
Without as much as a second thought
From where these marvellous gifts came
Or in the manner how they were wrought
To gratitude, they must adhere
In the closing of the year
Unaware that these times are austere
And each of their new toys, hold near
While countless harsh weeks lie ahead
A return to school, many will dread
And memories, so bittersweet
Will be recalled instead
They say that what goes up, must come down
Such includes the crib and tree
The wrapping and its debris
Whilst wearing a cap and gown
This cold new year evokes a frown
A sad time for children in foreign parts
that have no Target stores to be lost and found in.
Sad for inflatable Santa's gunned down by B.B pellets.
For all the children, pets and reindeer that do not make
the last fuzzy bit of the six p.m. news.
I’m working on my happiness, not forcing anything,
being considerate
to people and their wrong opinions -
it’s what the baby Jesus would want.
In the stores, I avoid Christmas music by singing
badly and loudly.
children look into the night sky and see with their hearts
pure like dogs, and this was one of those nights
child and puppy expect to see Jesus peering down at them
their angels smile at their faith, remembering them in heaven
they make Christmas real; children and puppies
The reindeer were sleighing through the snow's glow,
Their journey smooth, with Christmas magic in tow.
But Cupid, Santa's reindeer, fell ill in the night's shade,
The journey stopped, and Santa's heart was dismayed.
Santa feared he'd miss Christmas, and children would fade,
But then he thought of their joy, and his heart was displayed.
He rallied his elves and reindeer, to find a solution's might,
Together, they worked tirelessly, to save Christmas's light.
With a new reindeer in place, the sleigh took to the sky's sail,
Santa delivered gifts on time, with a twinkle in his eye's veil.
The children's faces lit up, with joy and delight's ray,
A Christmas miracle, thanks to teamwork and Christmas's way.
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 --
I never knew Santa Claus had a wife,
until I saw her photo on his shelf.
Seems he leads a cozy family life
For the joy he spreads goes beyond himself.
And who would guess that Santa has a child?
Perhaps that's why he gives with such delight.
With children's faces, radiant and wild,
Reflect his own child's joy on Christmas night.
His family also loves red and white:
The colors of their clothes throughout the year.
Like the roses in gardens, blooming bright,
They bring radiance and joy far and near.
But this Santa lives not at the North pole,
He lives right here within my neighborhood,
All year round, children stay within his soul,
For his wish is to make their lives feel good.
That was an extraordinary Christmas eve for Santa to remember.
In colorful fancy wraps he packed all the gifts through the night,
loaded them on the sleigh until the dawn’s first sunlight shined,
when on snow-laid track the reindeer led by Rudolph charged.
After a while chilled breeze stopped flowing across Santa’s face,
warm winds blowing over palm trees and sands soon greeted him,
that turned in a twist of fate into a strong gust of steamy rainstorm.
He had gone off course, got stranded in Florida, found no way out.
Rudolph was confused, the reindeer stood still in the blinding rain,
but Santa had to move, he had gifts to give to the waiting children.
With magical flick of reins, he made the reindeer leap, the sleigh soar,
resumed his journey north to complete his job on white Christmas eve.
Once was a saint, round and vast,
Whose sight was strangely amassed,
He gave gifts unseen,
A concerning scene,
‘cause giving was getting fast.
Elves, with their laughter so shrill,
Made toys with joyous free will,
With hammers, they’d bang,
And merrily sang,
A chaos craft, standing still.
Then Santa paused in his flight,
And pondered the elves tonight,
“Their chaos,” he smiled,
“Wonderfully wild,”
“The chaos toys shining bright.”
Halloween
blackish, villainous
haunting, frightening, chilling
jack-o-lanterns, treats, gifts, christmas lights
rejoicing, lightening, wrapping
cheerful, enjoyable
Christmas
An eastern icicle seems to impose
as it's dripping down a church tower bell.
Bitter cold made bell and ice juxtapose,
as frost took its toll, now no one can tell.
No galloping horse and no rebel cry
amidst drifting snows now resting calmly.
Yet not quite so, with kid's natural high,
cast snowballs up, with their spirits jolly.
A target shred reveals a silver bell.
Gone are their folly, just eyes frozen stare.
The front doors open. A priest says, Noel,
to all of the kids who were gathered there.
Merry Christmas all, have fun while you play.
I'll see you at mass for Jesus' birthday.
The word grateful springs to mind,
And being above ground I don't mind,
As long as I am of sound mind,
With others not having me to mind,
And me fit to children mind.
The only thing I do mind,
Is alcohol I have to mind,
Though a drop or two of baileys in my coffee,
should not cloud my mind.
And there is some baileys chocolate to blow my mind,
So, overall Christmas stimulates my mind,
And given my age the children can mind or not mind,
As another Christmas is always on my mind,
And being being above ground I don't mind,
With another poem just for you in mind.
Hope you have only kind words in mind,
For those of unsound mind,
You have to mind,
With the spirit of Christmas in Mind.