Santa Claus Christmas Poems | Examples
These Santa Claus Christmas poems are examples of poetry about Santa Claus Christmas. These are the best examples of Christmas Santa Claus poems written by international poets.
red linen table cloths with white lace overlays
sprinkles of confetti shaped like snowflakes
evergreen plaid napkins rolled into a Santa napkin holder
Holly berry china, only brought out one time each year
Santa Claus cups and Rudolph candles
Every part of the table is yelling “Christmas!”
red and green Jello cubes
rice Krispie treats shaped like Frosty the snowman
Everyone wants to sit with us at the kids’ table
"In times past, said Santa, I'll admit, I have failed to live up to my name.
Like you, I shunned poor Rudolph, seeing his nose was not the same.
We bullied, making him sad, refusing to admit him to the game.
That lesson was learned when he saved us,(much to our shame.)
Another chance is presented. You see, Rudolph has come up lame.
So, let us rise to this challenge!", we heard Santa Claus exclaim.
"For too long, we've been unequal, for greater character we must aim.
It's time to give the honored position, in the front, to a dame!"
Donner scoffed, “we’ll get lost now and Rudolph is the one to blame!.
When Clarice flew by them, all the reindeer cheered her name,
And decided unanimously they would be proud if she came...
For she was fast as lightning, and they weaved her traces through the hame.
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.
It is a million-dollar bet,
You have a list of things to get
On that once-a-year date
And then weighs in your fate,
You get what you get, just like that.
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Happenings |02.01.2025| humour, Christmas
Poet’s note: Waiting in line to meet Santa Claus, two kids were exchanging notes on gifts received on Christmas. One explained, rather philosophically, why gifts received always fall short of expectation.
Hello Muddah, hello Faddah,
I’m with Buddah, in Granada,
We had Christmas, in the Isthmus,
Where the misses for our kisses,
Can't resist us.
When my Buddah, wants asada,
He will never ask the mister for Posada,
If you order, enchilada,
He will belly dance for you,
And drink Horchata.
In His pleasance, for the peasants,
He will plead with Santa Claus for Christmas presents,
Rub His belly, make three wishes,
And you’ll never have to bathe,
Or wash the dishes.
If he’s hocking, Christmas stocking,
He will dress like Santa Claus to do the talking,
In the dharma, there’s no drama,
Like there is with His best friend,
The Smelly Llama.
For a long list, of Christmas-free friends,
Buddha likes to exercise by doing knee bends,
If we gotta, and we oughta,
Buddha meditates while dancing,
The Lambada.
A unique Christmas time for Santa Claus,
fiftieth year of journey without pause.
All gifts he stacks in the cart,
gets ready to soon depart,
he feels for a mishap there is no cause.
On snow-covered track Rudolph runs inspired,
chilled wind on the face, Santa feels he’s tired.
He spots bench in sunny park,
rests there after night’s hard work.
Soon slips into deep sleep though undesired.
Mistaking Santa’s snoring as some blast,
Rudolph thinks danger has arrived at last.
Lets Santa snooze, darts away
with gifts rattling in the sleigh.
Santa wakes up, along the trail runs fast.
it's a christmas rule
calories don't count eat up
santa claus says so
Santa told Rudolph to stay on the roof
He’d be delayed for his wife wanted proof
That it’s just she for he
So they’re under the tree
She saw his old baubles and cried, “Forsooth.”
Frosty was sat in the garden below
Rudolph called down, Make some balls out of snow
Then give them to elf
Or take them yourself
Be sure to avoid the log burner’s glow
Santa Claus stood; in his hands… Frosty’s balls
Poor Frosty dripped like Victoria Falls
His log burner muddle
Made Frosty a puddle
Santa said, Now I’ll be late… nature calls
December morn, Claus's wife's horn, squeezed out,
Good tempers worn, Claus wretched concern, about,
Elves night, the naughty list grew,
Claus's name was added too,
She's crackers turned, Claus stout whaler--no doubt.
It's Frosty time of year, though sad he seem,
Both cold and snow unable to redeem,
Rudolph note his crooked smile,
Snow and ice just seem to pile,
As Frosty waits to melt in sunlight's beam.
An angry Elf was mad with Santa Claus,
And naught take time for a breather to pause,
Frosty froze just to know why,
Rudolph turned off just to cry,
The Elf cried then laughed naught knowing the cause,
No one had seen Rudolf for weeks
He was wanted via loudspeakers and flyers
"This is the moment where everything changes", Santa Claus said
Christmas Eve was approaching, there was nothing more to do
It came news from the University Hospital of Northern Norway
Poor Rudolf, lay for three weeks with a broken leg
Swelling and loss of movement - it was just hopeless
The plaster cast was heavy - he couldn't fly home
Rudolf was sent home by air ambulance, in a comfortable bed
On Christmas Eve he sat in the sleigh together with Santa Claus
Even with a broken leg he was able to overcome the obstacle
Rudolf's red nose has become a symbol of Christmas for everyone
The sun never shines
On Santa's behind
As his sleigh only flies
Across nighttime skies
Still in the blink of an eye
The gifts do arrive
Let us all take pause
To thank Santa Claus
For year after year
He brings us good cheer
And the way to receive
Is you simply believe
“Twas the night before Christmas” four decades ago,
when my late ex-husband suited up as Santa Claus so
he could surprise our two toddlers and spice our
Christmas Eve party through the midnight hour.
It is our family tradition to celebrate Christmas on
Christmas Eve and we committed to keep it going on.
A joyous family gathering to welcome the birth
of our Lord, a family celebration filled with mirth.
On this particular night, my son was so excited to see
Santa and when scooped and twirled, he giggled with glee.
Santa carried him and I carried his little sister to our van,
got all seated and I kissed Santa that his curiosity began.
He asked me many questions, “are we going to grandpa’s now,
where is Dad, why is Santa driving our van, does Santa know how
to drive a car, where is his sleigh?” and Santa and I felt so bad
bursting in laughter, laughter he recognized and said, “Santa is Dad!”
Falling snow. Mistletoe.
Christmas is here again.
See the lights shine as bright
As they have ever been.
The silver bells are ringing
Everywhere we go.
Christmas is the greatest time I know!
Chocolate treats. Cookie sheets.
Aromas in the air.
Lots of toys for girls and boys
To play with and to share.
I see the children smiling;
Their faces all aglow.
Christmas is the greatest time I know!
Still, let’s not forget... Christmas is much more
Than candles, trees and music and candy canes galore.
It’s more than just the loved ones, the laughter and the mirth.
It’s all about a special Child. We celebrate His birth.
Hearts will lift with every gift
Placed beneath the tree.
But Santa Claus is not the cause
Of all the joy we see.
For we recall the baby
Born so long ago.
Christmas is the greatest time I know!
Mulled Cider Memories
Santa Claus sees what we
are doing.
We rejoice in grandly...
snow-shoeing.
And, oh we do love our hot,
mulled cider.
Especially next to a warm, cozy,
fire!
Christmas tunes joyfully fill many
a home.
Friends an relatives here, who do
Love us ..and do not roam.
We love each other for who we, as
individuals, truly are.
Freedom lovers, we, one and all,who
sing beneath silver, Christmas stars.
Speaking our truths, behind wreathed
ribboned, decorated doors
Bright eyes that sparkle, arms that hold.
True love carved, in poetic, holiday gold.
12/10/2024
Santa Claus sure is fine, and he’s dandy
On Chanukah he gives out the candy
He wants to light the lights
But instead starts a fight
In Mayberry that job falls to Andy