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.
Scotch plaid Christmas girl made her bed the best she could
She smoothed down the covers as an astronaut would
Though she was not in the armed forces, she straightened her room
Then she took a video of it all and called a meeting on Zoom.
She showed off her plaids to the family, especially her mother
No one was as impressed as her messy, slovenly big older brother
Come to Omaha and straighten me out too, he begged his Sis.
Knowing his hoarder ways, she said she had to go to Old Miss
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Made baubles A
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Presents TmaS Under
Brightly TreE neath
Wrapped you see
Now that Christmas is past
most stuffed full of turkey
and regretting their indulgence
presents opened and enjoyed.
We start to look forward
to the new year with hope
wishing that all we want
will come true next year.
We have enjoyed the season
made merry with family and friends
now we want happiness and joy
to ring out with the bells.
We hold our breath while counting
the minutes, then the seconds
until at last Big Ben strikes the hour with
glasses in hand we toast the old year out.
Welcoming the brand New Year
all the expectations it brings
singing of all we love heart hearted
trying to see our futures come to life.
Cloudy skies confetti the earth with white snowflakes:
Harbingers of excitement and sweet sugar cakes.
Ringing church bells peal, blessing Jesus' birthday while
Icicles hang from eaves in an ornate display.
Santa Claus and his reindeer will take flight tonight,
To deliver gifts to all the good boys and girls.
Mommies and daddies are all smiles and hugs of love,
As youngsters eagerly search the skies above, and
Soon, their yawns yield to dreams of Rudolph's shiny nose.
Elves will fill Santa's magical bag with toys, and
Virtually overnight, Santa will visit
Every house in town: bringing Christmas cheer to all.
Family Visit
Highway destination
Christmas presentation
Roll out smile
Reflecting back while
Baltimore being my arrival
Thinking on a Christmas novel
Connection in togetherness
Christmas Day almost upon
Snow falls starting the holiday right
Momentum spirit
Inspirating merit
Journey on Journey on
Christmas has officially begun
Embracing love among
Merry Christmas in the Greyhound way
Peace, Joy and Blessings every step of the getaway
Happy Prosperous New Year 2026
Through the mind and enter the heart
Love surrounds and spread it in warmth
The friendly Greyhound Driver with handshake extended
Go Greyhound and let memories carry their own holiday stories for many years to come.
It’s Christmas time!
Have a glass of wine!
See the snow fall outside.
You must enjoy Christmas time.
It’s Christmas time.
Duty calls over your life.
Drink more than you’d like to really do.
Be with people who are ‘family’ that you can’t stand and they don’t like you too.
It’s Christmas time.
Spend money on gifts you can’t afford.
It’s worth the financial stress and sleepless nights even more!
Eat food you’d not eat any other time.
It’s Christmas time.
Got to be on side, no matter how it effects me.
Got to pretend to be happy!
Got to ignore what I feel!
Family pressure to compete!
For what?… to make other people happy!
Christmas thrills
and December snow chills
keep children blanket clad in backseat.
Mom pours hot chocolate to give all a sweet treat
while they drive down each decorated city street.
Dad tunes in Santa news that excites.
With thrills from outside lights,
joy ignites.
Reuben was not looking to find a king.
The only thing that he followed was his appetite.
He assumed that things would go right that night.
He did not come to worship and no gifts did he bring.
He was not threating and was harmless as a dove.
All through that year he continued knocking at our door.
He was provided good food, mercy, and lots of love.
God brought to us a homeless man, tired, hungry, and poor.
41 years ago on Christmas Day, God gave such a gift to my family.
Reuben was a live Christmas gift who sat at our table for dinner.
Our new found friend has become to our family a lasting memory.
That Christmas, we were receivers; God and Reuben were the real givers.
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behind each numbered door,
a secret~
chocolate coins
wrapped in foil,
a cinnamon bear
stiff with sugar,
a marzipan pig
snout-deep in glitter.
the rituals are precise~
peel back the perforation,
let your finger
claim the prize.
(But never peek ahead.)
by the twenty-fourth,
the grid is gutted~
a hollow cathedral
of empty windows,
where only the memory
of sweetness lingers
like tinsel.
When Christmas nears, I reminisce
about the ones that won’t be there
for gift exchange and scrumptious meals.
I visualize each empty chair.
Then one by one, my picture books
come off the shelves. I dwell upon
the photos of my nephew, brother,
Mom, and Dad. Dear God, they’re gone!
Nostalgia can be friend or foe.
At times like these, he is a friend
who lingers only long enough
to help me wipe my tears and mend.
It’s time to load the gifts and food
to share with all my family.
No signs of grief will mar my smile.
Just joyful love is all they’ll see.
To honor loved ones we have lost,
we’ll share the special memories
that make us smile instead of cry.
Our praises won’t be eulogies!
We put up the family Christmas tree,
decorated with lights for all to see.
Then, said have you seen the cat ?
Within the branches she sat -
and all day . . . that's where she wanted to be !
Nipping snowflakes light
Crisp whispered winter's cold bite.
Christmas still darkness
used absolute dazzling charm
on a crystalline white rug.
Above the snow clouds,
silence watched Jolly Santa
and his reindeer fly
with "Ho-Ho-Ho," and the thrilled
sound of light jingling sleigh bells.
The little children
And family round decked tree
on early morning,
with the halls decked with holly,
presents in the brightest wrap.
a few balls
on skinny limbs
of tinsel
a most
humble
christmas tree
I look back
at photos
child to teen
it was the
christmases
of our youth
these old photos
remind me of
growing up poor
they remind me
of joy from hearing
christmas carols
they remind me
of family reunions
with festive foods
a time when
grand-parents
were still with us
a time when
we were fulfilled
just being together
that beautiful
old pathetic
christmas tree
bearer of
loving memories
that will never dim
AP: 2nd place 2026, Honorable Mention 2025
I am grateful this holiday season (and every day)
that I have been blessed
for the richness of my life and all that I possess.
and as we gather this Christmas around our Christmas tree
for the family I love unconditionally
and who I’m pretty sure loves me.
May we be blessed this holiday season…
wherever with friends and family we meet
that echoes of laughter
and joy
and love
make this holiday celebration complete…
Echoes that, to our delight, will linger on
long after our friends and family have gone.