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.
I recall the yelling but silent voice of winter
that broken December when the lights from
lanterns shot up from their wicks with the
fading strength of departing glows abroad.
Twilights hastened through the spine of
receding days, halting the approach of a
wayward Christmas.
The wilderness around us yielded froths from a
puking snowstorm,
fastening laces of Hell with strings of abundant
sleet.
I'm sorry I didn't bring
roses to your funeral.
I brought a Christmas
wreath instead.
I didn't want to symbolize
your withering,
I wanted to represent your
eternity,
and the joy you brought
others instead.
He schleps constantly at noon
Through declivities and straight roads,
Bearing messages sealed by the hands
That laid them bare in the first place.
Sweat caresses his face, forming one mass of
Earnestness in every breath of delivery.
“Hello,” he says, “your mail. Your package.”
My palm breathes harder, having neared his.
I sign the delivery paper and reach out for the
Package.
He is fussy with time and gets rewarded when
The Christmas bells chime slowly
From wintry belfries posting blandishments of
Yuletide.
Merry Christmas!
A bright coin rolls into his palms and greases them.
He welcomes titbits of news within crimson cards.
His lungs inhale airs of chaperoned champagnes
Amid the voice of canticles, soft and secret.
I recall the yelling but silent voice of winter
that broken December when the lights from
lanterns shot up from their wicks with the
fading strength of departing glows abroad.
Twilights hastened through the spine of
receding days, halting the approach of a
wayward Christmas.
The wilderness around us yielded froths from a
puking snowstorm,
fastening laces of Hell with strings of abundant
sleet.
Christmas is a long song sung in winter,
An epic poem written with white quill feather pen and
Gold ink, and on clouds of paper,
Beginning from a sneezing December to a
Dizzying twelfth-calendar month,
When snow drizzles gently into the souls of
Those who hearken to the tinkling sound of
The church bell which rings gently with the weight of
The slow-passing season.
I see whiteness in every song, with so much redness;
Regal and romantic; flagrantly friendly.
Oh, how pure!
Oh, how sweet!
Well, that’s Christmas.
It lights up the courage in us to think right and assume
Merriment in the warmness of some frozen hearts.
It’s the best time of the year.
I swear to this because I am a child of Christmas.
It’s a time of fog and dew and sleet that rebaptise us.
Let’s not forget the slanting rain whose liquid kisses us.
And white Christmas of snow-carpeted lands and seas.
There’s no other time or season like it.
So full of gentleness and love,
Christmas causes hearts to race s-l-o-w-l-y,
As the year races on to breast the tape of seasons.
Just because someone isn’t wearing a bandage or shows no outward sign of illness doesn’t mean that they are not.
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Sam lived two doors down and kept to himself, some thought him strange,
I found out he'd been in the marines and was suffering from PTSD, he always acknowledged me with a nod and a faint smile but Sam rarely spoke a word.
I felt sorry for him as he lived all alone with no one to share his problems with.
On one dark December night before Christmas I was walking home from work,
I was fifty yards from home when three thugs appeared and surrounded me,
"Your money and phone" one said, I froze on the spot and reluctantly put my hand in my pocket, then out of nowhere Sam appeared, baseball bat in hand, he swung at one of the thugs who went down with blood pouring from his nose, one of them then lunged at Sam and stabbed him repeatedly, Sam collapsed and the cowards ran off, I quickly dialled 911, “I’ve called for help" I told Sam, he looked at me smiling and said ,"Peace at last" then his eyes closed and he was gone.
He sat in the street, reaching out for support.
He did not shout or sing or beg.
He looked and smiled and shivered,
shaking in his cardboard bed.
The snow came down, December time,
cascading softly through the air.
But winter’s chill brings ringing bells—
no space for him, no mercy there.
No warmth tonight, no place to go,
the shutters down, the bitter bite.
He pulled his coat, so thin and worn,
and yearned for times before the scorn.
On Christmas Day, he sat stock still,
as voices bustled down the street.
A world alive with cheer and song,
but none could hear his slowing beat.
And when they came to wish him well,
to toss a coin, to share some cheer,
he sat stock still—his breath was gone.
His final beat.
His final beat.
His final beat.
Evergreen corpses strewn on sidewalks
like victims of plague,
still adorned with specks of tinsel
abandoned and forlorn
once welcome houseguests now in the street
never to greet another New Year
all the presents unwrapped
put in proper place
beside last years loot of
sweaters, records and notebooks
never got written in
nothing to drink and no money for the bar
the food all gone except for leftovers
that no longer appear appetizing
to the eyes of yuletide withdrawal
I walk down the street
and see no one,
all the decorations down
on television Jimmy Stewart
kisses Donna Reed for eternity
and here I am.
“ Reincarnated Angelic Soul “
This Soul is a Quadrillion Years Old,
It’s Not Like That Of A Younger Soul.
Facts Is That I Leave My Mark Every Where,
If You Ever Have My Loyalty, Respect and Heart
I Wouldn’t Let Go Of Them.
Because I Can Strip It All Away,
Just The Same As Giving It.
It is Your Choice Whether You Decide,
To Be Left Behind As A Lesson Or Progress As A Blessing!
" I Am Gabriel, It Is Time For Revival "
Written By: Kendall “Gabriel” Aaron Conrad
December 25, 2024
12:01 a.m.
24.12.2024
It would have been our first Christmas and New Year.
When we could enjoy the silent night and fire work together,
It would also mark our one year of friendship.
A simple, pure and full of fun relationship.
That was how I wished,
But it was not what you wanted.
So, you had to call it a quit,
Without doing any possible bit.
Simply, you just alienated me,
Ceased all contact in person and via messages.
Please do not push me any further,
I worked well under pressure.
I have already done some arts involving you,
The works seemed amazing to many,
Somehow, you would not agree.
That was how typical you were.
2024.12.24 Christmas Eve.
Dear Santa,
I admit, I have been naughty this year,
Still, here is my wish list.
A train set to keep my heart closer to my father.
A cleanable white board to Live Chat with my mother.
A battery operated sound box,
Which can record and say my word every time I want it.
Some metal boxes to keep my USB and SSD as storage.
A plush toy with a monkey face,
Who apparently has been my best mate.
Every day, I sit at the desk to surf on the internet,
May I have a surf board, to surf in the sea and get wet.
With my current family situation,
I really need some miracles and good imaginations,
A book full of tricks will be fantastic.
Better still, if I inherited some magic will be perfect.
Love from B66.
Santa sang as he approached the streets.
Couldn't wait to give out some treats.
From the window, he looked East.
He saw there was a feast.
Rode back and had all the sweets.
Frosty got so bored inside on a Monday.
He came out and walked along the way.
He had put on new glasses.
Stood beside a campfire outside the classes.
He cried and watched himself melt away.
Rudolph took Elf on a walk at night.
It was quite dark, his nose shone bright.
Loud Christmas bells made elf's ear slack.
Laughing at elf's ear, nose turned black.
Rudolph couldn't help but run out of sight.
(a quick, staccato tapping of imaginary typewriter keys)
december!
(d(arkness)).
(e(nding)).
(c(old)).
(e(ven so)).
(m(emory(christmas hanukkah kwanza))).
(b(efore(ten))).
(e(ach(a flicker))).
(r(estless(me))).
(a pause; a cigarette flicked into an unseen ashtray).
(born)this(month)me,
(a small(fear))a big(joy)a whispered(prayer),
(this)light(a(breath))).
(a final, almost whispered keystroke),
(it is perfect).
You were born on a Holy Day
By Michelle Morris
23/12/2024
You were born on a Holy Day
The 25th of December
And even though the babe is first
It doesn't diminish your Divine Splendour
For you are Special and Unique
You are Loved and you are Blessed
God sent you here to forge your Path
To inspire your Soul's Purpose through every Test
I know you find it difficult
I know you don't Believe
But that doesn't change the Truth
That Angels surround you in the Ethers
No matter how much you try to doubt
I'll Believe you'll eventually find your Way
That the Light will set your Spirit Free
And Guide you come what may
So as you approach your Special Day
I pray you make a Wish that's Hopeful
That the Miracle of Christmas will touch your Heart
And you'll feel its Gift in your Soul
© Michelle Morris, 2024
Poem.
This year was crazy
Yes it was
From the beginning of the year
OMG, it was.
Don't get me started
From the beginning of January
Year 2024 became a year I want to forget what it was
Presidents rised, presidents fall
War from different countries rise. Other countries fall.
Crime rates, well that never changed.
Did we have Natural disasters.
I think we did. But don't remember.
Cause I want to forget that too.
It's been a rollercoaster
In deed it was
Year 2024
What the hell is going on.
We now on December celebrating holiday cheer.
But, hell no we can wait for next year.
We not in the rush to bring in the New Year.
Cause after what we've been seeing.
Year 2025. Is going to be another fck up yeah.