Family Christmas Poems | Examples
These Family Christmas poems are examples of Christmas poems about Family. These are the best examples of Christmas Family poems written by international poets.
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a christmas song with words that inspire
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.
There's no stocking stuffed with presents
No punch bowl filled with cheer
We haven't got the tree, that
We didn't buy this year
No, turkey or a Ham
Nor chestnuts on the fire
No cookies filled with jam
Or puddings to desire
Chorus
No friends and no family
We're all alone at last
No ghost from Christmas Future
Present or the Past
Christmas Past
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No sleigh and no Santa
Perhaps we went to far
So, let us get our hats and coats
And come to where you are.
Chorus
No friends and no family
We're all alone at last
No ghost from Christmas Future
Present or the Past
It had been so long since I’d felt loved and wanted.
Then I met John. We basked in our late-in-life romance.
Gone was the loneliness that had left me feeling haunted.
Our relationship proved I had been wise to take a chance.
Though somewhat set in our ways, we adjusted well,
each accommodating the other. He often mentioned how much
we were alike. We had no serious disagreements. I fell
more deeply in love with him, daily craving his touch.
A year after we met, he proposed. Of course, I said, “YES!”
We retirees in the autumn of life would be together forever
enjoying each other and family, traveling. No stress---
Then came the devastating blow. Forever became never.
He called on Christmas Day, of all times, to say he’d changed his mind.
This man who’d often mentioned how alike we were declared
that we were too different. He made no effort to be kind,
to let me down gently. I doubt he ever loved me—or even cared.
He's been a casket full of bones for for six or seven years.
When I learned of his demise, I deeply sighed but shed no tears.
Give me a kiss under the mistletoe
as
Christmas comes but once a year
gathering friends and family near
and
if X is a kiss is kissmas a word
if it is it’s the sweetest I’ve heard
X marks the spot now Christmas is here
peaceful joyful and full of good cheer
I’ll give you a kiss here under the mistletoe
as
Christmas is the time for giving
bringing good will a time for living
so
let’s put the X in Xmas
with a kiss for Christmas on Christmas Day
fare that's fine hot spiced wine
and a thought for loved ones
so far away
I love the sights of Christmastime
from manger scenes to mistletoe.
Sweet, joyous sounds pervade the air
from "Praise the Lord" to "HO HO HO!"
I give to those who are in need,
for God says, "Love your fellow man."
Then when I shop for family,
I buy them every gift I can.
The carolers and choirs perform
"O Holy Night" and "We Three Kings,"
while celebrants in living rooms
sing tunes about what Santa brings.
A prayer precedes our Christmas feast;
the smorgasbord brings great delight.
The kids soon snuggle near the fire
enrapt as Dad starts, "'Twas the Night . . . “
This season is a splendid time
that bears a special, holy name,
so as I smile through "Jingle Bells,"
I won't forget why Jesus came.
Dear child B66.
Don't wait for a perfect friendship.
Make your friendship to be perfect.
Don't dream of a perfect family,
Make your family to be perfect.
All I want for Christmas was you to be happy.
All I want for New Year was you to have a perfect and lovely family of your own.
From Santa.
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.
The Real Christmas
From Black Friday to Christmas Eve,
presents to purchase and wrap.
Office and family parties, visits to relatives
platters of food and gallons of alcohol.
Trees dressed to the nines in dangling baubles
and twinkling lights.
Continuous Christmas carols blaring from radios
and loud speakers.
Wreaths and decorations to adorn tables,
night stands, credenzas, book shelves.
Lights hung in strings so large that rows
of houses look like runways for planes.
Inflatable Santas, snowmen, reindeer and nutcrackers
compete for space in yards.
Nativities, pageants, plays special music
consume congregations.
Is this the real Christmas?
Or perhaps it is-
A silent night, two thousand years ago
in a dimly lit cave.
A babe wrapped in woolen clothes
lying in a sheep’s feeding trough.
Only shepherds and loving parents
in attendance.
An infant destined to change history.
The future savior of the world.
Praisin' Kringle, jolly Nick
for last minute Christmas
smashed-torn gifts.
Cause pop-pop suspects
dad's stuck again,
inside the sooty chimney.
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.
Christmas season
I'm overwhelmed with the gratitude
I feel with my family
While spending it quietly
I can feel joy in small things
And I have a big heart
To thank everyone
Who has loved me so far.
Halloween
blackish, villainous
haunting, frightening, chilling
jack-o-lanterns, treats, gifts, christmas lights
rejoicing, lightening, wrapping
cheerful, enjoyable
Christmas
balsam scented room
candelabra glowing red ~
festive spectacle
red bubble tree lights
dance amongst silver tinsel~
an old-fashioned flare
laughter and chatter
warm the home with joyful cheer~
holiday party
sweet savory scents
inviting holiday feast~
edible presents
diamond ring surprise
an enchanting engagement~
holiday magic
newborn in velvet
cradled by his grandmother~
celebrated life
I’m sitting here wondering
how I made it through the day.
My heart aches, my eyes are swollen.
My wish to have you back is not a reality.
The stark truth is
you are never coming back.
Last Christmas, we celebrated
the whole day with you—
knocking on your door at dawn,
sharing a breakfast feast
around your table.
So much happiness and love
surrounded us
on that fateful day of 2023.
So much hope for the new year,
ending the year skating with the family.
I would have held you longer.
I would have told you I love you every second.
I would have stared into your eyes
and breathed in your aura.
I would.
I would.
I would.
But I no longer can.
Now, the world is not as bright.
A big piece of the puzzle is missing.
Your energy, your smile, your kindness—
taken for granted when you had breath.
No one can hold a candle to you.
You are a shining star,
beaming so brightly down on us.
A somber Christmas
Remembering,
and missing
YOU.