December Christmas Poems | Examples
These December Christmas poems are examples of Christmas poems about December. These are the best examples of Christmas December poems written by international poets.
december
destiny
a
midwinter
present
carrying
a crown
of
sapphired
joy
Response to SPWC AUG 24
She was white wind beneath wings
Intelligent interesting and a trailblazer
Not one thing in life came easily yet
Green eyes surprised wise smiles
Ladylike all the while she persevered
Even during her cherry challenges
We wear a single white rose of remembrance
Hearts hope to honor her
In life despite death’s cruel claws
Turning turquoise tears trials tribulations to
Emerald empathy emotional
Resilience remember December her
Only wish for Christmas to love like a
Saint and receive recognition as a person
Everyone can come to in confidence
Granddaughter reindeer fell apart that fine April Day
This cannot happen said her grams, it is not yet May!
She has to be at full capacity by December twenty-five
I have to push her together, she has to survive!
Grandma was a seamstress, so she made a quilt
She began to patch, and she went full tilt
She added some tinkling bells and some ribbons too
Her granddaughter was complete by December twenty-two
As sunlight slides behind the hill
Mum sets the last stone in cherry
Yet a fortnight for Christmas still
As sunlight slides behind the hill
Painted marl makes children merry
When December dew nips our sill
As sunlight slides behind the hill
Mum sets the last stone in cherry
Bleep.
Tap.
Trolly overload.
Some look as if they consume too much;others,not enough.
Bleep Bleep.
Tap Tap.
Discount app,
Three for two.
Bleep bleep bleep.
Tap tap tap.
Some appear as if in a Zen-like state of grace;
Others, as if waiting on a delayed train.
Bleep bleep bleep
Tap tap tap.
Remove card now.
Bleep bleep bleep.
From start to finish.
Fisherman serene by the lake.
Sunday in December.
Others sit grid locked going shopping
My oh my.
Blinding lights,
terrible, but captivating.
No more worries, child.
Breaking and entering,
broken bricks beneath the stable roof.
Thumpty, thump, thump.
A fireplace put out of its misery.
Contorting and morphing.
A twisted smile,
black blood falling from tear ducts.
This is the man who speaks in hands.
Tell me child,
What is your worst fear?
Shadow and frost eerily creep.
Syncopated waves of sheer cold.
On this joyful day in darkest night,
spirits perish when he’s in sight.
Oh child,
poor poor child.
Isolated in a snow globe,
deers, or Hell hounds?
I have friends for you child.
In the dark.
In the night,
on this night.
Surrounded by trinkets and spirits.
‘Twas not the place to be.
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the Christmas tree
exhales needles.
tinsel, unspooled,
clings
to bare ankles
like
a ghost.
leftovers huddle
in foil,
their edges
curling
into salty
commas.
I unfold the couch,
pressing
creases from bows
meant to be
saved~
but the trash bag
yawns,
hungry for
glitter.
The cat bats
a stray
hook
across the floor,
wondering
where
the paper
mountains went.
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
poinsettia’s glow
December’s humble flower—
red bracts framed by snow
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The knife sinks into soft meat,
steam rising like a silent prayer.
our glasses clink—
toast to holiday warmth,
to butter melting into rolls,
to cranberries exploding
on our tongues.
Laughter spills
over the gravy boat,
and for once,
no one counts the seconds
between bites.
The oven light stays on,
a quiet watch
over the pie’s golden crust.
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snowflakes kiss the pane,
ribbon scraps in golden heaps~
small hands tear dawn open
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The kitchen hums with
the smell of cinnamon sticks
snapping in simmering cider.
Outside, boots crunch
on the new snow~
a chorus far away
breathes frost
onto stained glass.
Dad’s fingertips run along
the spine of his favorite,
well-worn book~
the fireplace murmurs
holiday delight in
orange and blue
tongues.
The Christmas tree is drooping,
its needles brushing
against my skin~
its lights are blinking
their light flowing down
on glimmering
ornaments.
The grandfather clock's
pendulum slowly swings,
taking in the hour~
the day stretches long
and full
like the chiming
of Christmas bells.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~On hooks they dangle, memories spun in glass~
Refracting fire’s light like frozen laughter.
Nights hum softly against their curves,
As fingertips trace the year's last ghosts.
Mercury gleam of a childhood long since gone,
Each one a silent carol, waiting to be sung.
No two alike, yet strung together~
Tangled lights, untangling time.
Silvered edges catching the tree's last light.
Dizzy snowflakes churn,
window glaze, a child’s delight,
a festive world day