Christmas Dramatic Monologue Poems | Examples
These Christmas Dramatic Monologue poems are examples of Dramatic Monologue poems about Christmas. These are the best examples of Dramatic Monologue Christmas poems written by international poets.
As a child,
I loved to watch Grandpa build.
His basement workshop,
was filled with tools.
Tools hanging on every wall,
wood neatly stacked in a pile.
Grandpa worked for hours each day,
filling his many orders.
He built my lovely bed,
pretty flowers carved into the headboard.
One Christmas,
Grandpa built my fun dollhouse.
Today I asked for a small table,
one to fit beside my bed.
Grandpa started working,
he gave me a "Three Legged Table" with a rose carved on top.
She is freezing but she gets into one more car.
It has been a slow night.
She will help this lonely man feel less lonely
And she will have more money to feed her
Waiting six-year-old boy.
He is hungry.
And so is she.
If she has just a little more they will have a
Better Christmas.
She makes lively conversation.
She is sweet.
But he is not lonely
And she never makes it home.
If I had a Christmas Whistle.
I'd blow it in your face.
I'd make lots of noise.
Without no disgrace.
It's Christmas time darling.
And joy fills the air.
For Santa is calling.
His team of reindeer..
There's snow on the rooftop.
Firewood in the stove.
Warming up Santa.
From the bitter and cold.
On Dasher, On Prancer, On Vixson let's go.
For Santa is waiting.
To get on with the show.
So if I had a Christmas Whistle.
I'd blow it in your face.
I'd make lots of noise.
Without no disgrace..
It's Christmas time darling.
And joy fills the air.
For Santa is calling..
His team of reindeer...
Christmas Whistle Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
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If I had the words to speak of a new beginning,
I would crawl inside that inspiration and cry the tears that elude me,
I sometimes wonder if my daughter will know the horror of a soul that won’t cry,
I hope not, I hope she knows nothing but sadness and joy,
I once dreamed of a Christmas morning adorned with all of my friends and family laughing
to the sounds of Earth, Wind, and Fire.
And soon that may come.
But now, I see dreams just beyond my reach,
And hopes that look impossible,
This sorrow is a wondrous antidote to the horror of my refracted consciousness screaming
that I am hell bound,
For I may never know the joy of dreams fulfilled,
But in the meantime, I feel God’s tears pitter patting on my window sill,
And I leave my window open, so that he knows I’m listening.