Rhyme Christmas Poems | Examples
These Rhyme Christmas poems are examples of Christmas poems about Rhyme. These are the best examples of Christmas Rhyme 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.
By Christmas Day each father
and mother, also known as Santa and Mrs. Claus,
should have fulfilled “Dear Santa” letters
and other wish lists. They overspend, but for a great cause!
Expensive foods, grandiose home improvements,
and decorations are added. Guests will be so impressed.
Bank balances shrink; credit cards get maxed out,
but—By George!—mom, dad, and kids will be well dressed.
Money’s nil. Overindulgent purchasers question
their sanity: “Why do we do this every year,
spend way beyond our means? Recovery takes months.”
Once again, they’ve robbed themselves of Christmas cheer.
Responsible spending transforms unrealistic views
of how the holiday season should be. We can decorate,
enjoy tasty food, and buy gifts without spending a fortune.
With Christmas in our hearts, we can sincerely celebrate.
in the square, light encircled
choristers of yule
who incanted charmingly
as the dew sank cool
on their rouge berets,
cardinal cloaks with green socks—
a cordant bouquet
He was Santa's unknown Elf
That they hid in a thicket
Cuz he worked all by himself
They called him Chimney Cricket
On the night of Christmas Eve
He's the first one down the chute
Using nothing but his sleeve
So not to soil Santa's suit
When finishing his cookie
Santa's up the chute again
Every day since a rookie
He was Santa's lonely friend
Though he suffered every stain
On his only suit of clothes
Chimney never would complain
Even when it clogged his nose
Santa saw he had no joy
So took pity on his plight
Though he never built a toy
He still vowed to make things right
Thus, he ordered that next year
All the other Elves must sweep
Santa knew they wouldn't cheer
But at least Chimney could sleep
Three armed teens
performed a mugging on Christmas eve.
Their target 2A'D them
curing them of their social disease.
By next morning they set up a go fund me
for the dead and wounded thieves.
Their target was charged in the second degree.
When I was a teen,
we banged on doors and toilet papered trees...
and felt somewhat guilty.
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
May your annual commemoration
of the winter solstice
with one of the Earth's poles
at its maximum tilt from the sun
be abundant with innumerable manifestations
of felicity friends good food and fun
and may the next full circuit
of the ecliptic engender
a propensity toward
bestowing plenteousness too
and may unparalleled prosperity
be forthcoming
and settle like snowflakes
gently upon you
Christmas in July in Israel is nigh
My list of wishes in the Gaza Strip is
For every hostage priceless,
Too many now lifeless
Grieve for Israel’s fallen married
Weep for singles yet unburied
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
Sung to the tune of "Oh Little Town of Bethlehem"
Our infant school nativity,
Directed by Mrs. Page,
Was my first opportunity
To act upon the stage.
I always was an extrovert;
So that appealed to me.
My hopes and dreams of all the years,
An actor I would be.
I wanted to play Joseph,
‘Cos Mary was played by Joyce.
And, of all the little girls in the class,
She was my first choice.
And if I couldn’t be Joseph
And ride along with her.
I’d be a king with golden crown
And frankincense or myrrh
I practised every morning,
And every evening.
Imagining the audience applause
For Joseph or a king.
But when it came to casting,
It didn’t come to pass.
The part that Mrs Page gave to me
Was the back half of the ass.
But one day I’ll be famous,
And then I’ll marry Joyce.
The latest toast of theatreland
And all will know my voice.
I’ll invite all my friends to attend,
As I take centre stage.
They’ll be there in the front row.
But I won’t ask Mrs Page.
Trees of powder,
Delicate and firm.
They conceal my feathers of frost.
I perch myself by all that glitters
All that warms, and all that flickers.
I perch myself by candlelight
Snug in my nest of yarn.
My dearest deer is lost today.
The other starlings fly away.
Drifting off, a state of slumber
Filling me with fear, but wonder.
My nest of yarn, it cradles me
Despondent, I've become.
My woollen retreat, it comforts me
But chilled air bites my bones.
Beyond me waltzing are deer and starlings.
The others, romancing, like dears and darlings.
These shards of ice are carving, carving
And I know I should be out there, dancing, bombarding.
Glaciers, ponds, shining, sparkling
So stunning, so sinister for one who's so wanting
But no. Instead, in my head, I've been trying
To rid my thoughts of these paths I'm embarking.
I wished to be there, filled by warmth and by sympathy,
And in return, I was gifted immunity.
So instead, I laid here. I filled up with wonder
Drifting, and lulling a state of slumber,
Despondent and desperate, melting candlelight;
Found dead when my deer galloped into my sight.
The sky unwraps a silver veil,
Each drop a hymn, so soft, so pale,
As rain begins its tender play.
It drapes the earth in crystal lace,
With every bead, a sweet embrace,
A gentle calm on Christmas Day.
The lights reflect in puddled grace,
Like stars descended, face to face,
In every splash, a dream will stay.
Oh, how I love the rain's refrain,
Its hush more pure than caroled strain,
A holy hush where hearts can pray.
A Nightmare Before Christmas
What an awesome movie.
Beyond creativity.
Released in 1993.
Animated movie 100 times.
Is it a Hallween movie?
Is it a Christmas movie?
You decide.
It could be both dark and light.
So many characters.
A really cool plot about him and her.
In between the lines.
Was alove story.
One was in prison.
One was always wondering.
What is Christmas?
I am Jack the king of the pumpkin patch.
All dress up as Santa.
Spooky, creepy, toys to drop from the night sky.
Lights sparkling, fireworks blaring.
It’s Christmas time for Halloween.
Sally and Jack, true love finely.