Yule Christmas Poems | Examples
These Yule Christmas poems are examples of Christmas poems about Yule. These are the best examples of Christmas Yule poems written by international poets.
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
Santa, pacing before his top deer,
mopped his face with a red neckerchief
He'd stopped caribou conflicts all year
- but this wasn't your usual tiff
The decision to send them to school
had turned out to be one of his worst
because, unlike the previous Yule,
Dancer now knew HIS name should come first
But the lesson that got Dance the lead,
had taught Dasher a lesson in pride
and they fought until Santa decreed
they'd just pull the damn sleigh side by side!
Let's strive to keep 'Christmas' alive in our hearts...always. Merry Christmas!
The Christmas Heart is bright with light
as it recalls that miraculous night
but let's consider what often happens...
when festivities wane...our Joy dampens~
The Christmas Heart must try to stay full
and resist the world's tempting pull...
to snatch us from His Peace and Love
which is ever falling from above~
Often, Celebration of His Birth is darted
but be aware...Christ...has not departed
thus, as we travel through this season
make now this vow to keep the...reason~
And as the time and months spin on
with the glimmer of yule-tide gone
take note to be careful...lay not aside
a rendered gift of Bethlehem's Pride...
The Christmas Heart~
2nd Corn 4:6-7
copyright;jmsbell/12/16/2016
THE NIGHT BEFORE
Twas the night before Christmas
Just after Yule, the winter solstice
Two big events need no poultice
Between these dates, an isthmus
All stores had now finally closed
Counters emptied of festive fayre
Shelves now nearly stripped bare
A Rudolph toy forever red nosed
Last minute gifts due for wrapping
Santa is left with a billion deliveries
His reindeer waiting in their liveries
And tired elves told off for napping
By morning, it may feel like a chore
Yet a critical task worth completing
But houses now have central heating
With no working chimneys anymore
The bauble caught my reflection
Upon closer inspection
Face all distorted
I must get this sorted
Poured a beer in self abjection
Yule dinner mishap.
Menu chosen, peon chef;
Lactose –explosion!
Through the frosty forest we roam
With our keen-edged tools in hand
We seek the fairest Christmas tree
That shall adorn our land
We spy a pine with verdant boughs
And spires of tender green
We fell it with a gentle stroke
And bear it to our scene
We mount it on our sledge and speed
Back to our cottage warm
We plant it in the parlour bright
And gaze upon its form
We deck it with a glittering store
Of baubles, lights, and rings
We crown it with a radiant star
And bind it with gay strings
We cluster round the cheerful hearth
And chant our festive songs
We bless the Lord for His grace divine
And wish each other merry Yule-tide
after the feast
his belt
finds the yule-hole
A yule-hole is the hole you need to move your belt to after you’ve eaten a massive meal.
The first king size bed was fashioned nearly two-thousand years ago,
Not by Thomasville, Broyhill or Bassett, producers that we all know.
There was no pillow-top mattress made by Sealy or Simmons for the bed,
Nor a chenille bedspread or foam pillow upon which to lay His head.
The bed was not located in a cozy Hampton Inn or Embassy Suites,
But in a lowly stable with a bed of straw sans snowy-white sheets.
The first king size bed was a simple manger for a royal destined to rule!
Born was the King of Kings whose birthday we celebrate this Joyous Yule!
Cold, cold nights before the fire
Dressed in winter’s bright attire
I watch the Yule log burning strong
Burning still the whole night long
I think of joy, I think of love
I think of Him who watches from above
I think of joy, I think of praise
I think of Him who rights our crooked ways
Oh, do you remember
Dear heart of December
What blessed day you hold?
What gifts you bear
Like wise men there
Was frankincense and gold
Gazing out at yonder star
I hear the carols from afar
Warmed within and warmed without
Filled with hope that clears all doubt
I feel the joy, I feel the love
I feel the blessings He sends us from above
I feel the joy, I feel the cheer
I feel His love throughout the year
Oh, do you remember
Dear heart of December
That single ray of light?
A promise true
It still shines through
The blackest winter’s night
So always remember
That even in December
Good tidings you behold
And the gifts you bear
Will more than compare
With frankincense and gold.
Today I'll build myself a wreath
I'll buy the floral tape
I'll hunt for pines and mistletoe
I'll bend them into shape
Today I'll play a Christmas song
I'll find the merry tune
I'll sing for joy and family love
I'll play on for the moon
Today I'll bake a Yule log cake
I'll work tirelessly
I'll work out chocolate ganache years
I'll make you candied sleep
Today I'll hold my family close
We'll gather 'round the fire
I'll tape my eyes and try to find
Ways out of mad desire
Today I'll search for hours on end
I'll make it all okay
But I still know, when it comes
I'll forget Christmas day
Mrs Claus made a viagra eggnog
To energise ol’ Santa Claus Yule log
His frozen south pole recovered large-scale
Wagging frisky as a puppy dogs tail.
Mrs Claus dumplings hubby does adore
Her stew warms up her Santa’s inner core
Gravy so thick that it sticks to their lips
Leading to bliss of a lingering kiss.
bleak
Christmas
is nearing,
bells are ringing,
young carolers singing from door to door
yule joyful hymns in moonlit crisp air night
a nascent dawn
with anxious
laughter
sounds
there
a tree
full of hope
grandchildren thrilled.
without you, a soul that feels so hollow.
11/9/2023
Christmas
witness
Noel’s
sleigh bells
Twinkling
inkling
Reindeer
brings cheer
Season
reason
Santa
grant a
snowfall
for all
Cherub
hubbub
Glisten
listen
Yule tunes
bing croons
Advent
time spent
Manger
changer
Starlight
glows bright
Ice skates
elates
Tidings
glidings
Fire place
shows grace
Gold rings
joy brings
Belief
relief
Elves charm
spurns harm
Bandy
Candy
Spices
vices
Gift range
exchange
Excite
this night
Beaming
gleaming
Cookies
rookies
Blessing
guessing
Carols
hymn pearls
Fir trees
yes please
Greetings
meetings
Glory
story
Jolly
holly
Merry
cherry
North Pole
has soul
Nutmeg
clothes peg
St.Nick
warm flick
Relish
well wish
Peace dove
feel love
rejoice
one voice
Date posted ; 13th December 2022
Once a Christmas
The sun was blood red looked like a big wound
on the flank of an elephant shot by poachers.
Dripped blood on white, wholly cloud which slowly
turns red as the bandage of a fatally shot soldier
who slowly dies of his wounds?
His eyes turned into a mirror of the cold sky.
In the air is torn into puffs of powder an ambulance
comes to an abrupt halt, a man on the dirty floor
surrounded by presents for his family, his eyes
reflects the absurdity of a Yule decorated supermarket.
His wife will get a voucher.
As I drive home, a bag of night opens and strews its
soothing darkness over the land, but nearby
an anguished elephant has its tusks sawn off by a dentist.