Christmas Family Poems | Examples
These Christmas Family poems are examples of Family poems about Christmas. These are the best examples of Family Christmas poems written by international poets.
It was the Christmas of all Christmas's!
Our great Canadian sanctuary;
Northeast Arms cabins up in Newfoundland
Wreathed in perfect white rustic winter charms.
In the crackeling of the fireplace
A warming glow and ambiance lingered.
Our family was whole and so merry
As we lived a great northern Christmas dream.
In a single room, our beds surrounding
A modest tree and not a gift in sight.
Then by Christmas morn there were gifts galore
A Rockwellian glow and children glad.
Though very young, the memory lingers
Beyond all others from those early years.
That Northeast Arms Christmas is clear as glass
A nostalgic reflection, crisp and dear.
they wear matching pajamas in every picture
no other family has four sets of matching pajamas
but this is no ordinary family
they are all of the same mind
have identical thoughts
agree on everything
they believe in this and that
but not the other
one spring day they lost one brother
he had fallen in love
with another
shameful brother
they wrote him out of the Christmas letter
burned his matching pajamas
never saw him again
one mind, one voice equals win-win
the next one to run off was his twin
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Presents TmaS Under
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Wrapped you see
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.
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.
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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.
‘I wear the chain forged in life.’ – Charles Dickens from A Christmas Carol.
Enduring the daily drudgery ahead –
providing no comfort, only burden.
Resisting the luxury of memories
as regrets only serve a selfish purpose –
clamouring like Marley’s chains.
The dulcet tones of unchained laughter
free of guile and regrets.
I welcome the many fond memories –
comforting medals of honour.
I embrace the promise of the family gathering ahead.
Movie clips
of coloured cocktail sips—
voices of children in pool recoil.
The ancient family feuds in which to embroil.
My reality becomes an unwelcome foil.
A silk dress with a white lacy frill—-
my reflection now still
like ammil.
A night before Christmas and I’m not asleep
Finished gift wrapping and watching TV
Or really I should say TV is watching me
The family shows inspire I reminisce in peace
Christmas music so melodic and happy
Reminds me of love and laughs you see
Conjures up times in mind festive eve
I’ll do what I can to make new memory
So I’ll bake pies cakes good food to eat
Some deserts to crave for taste so sweet
In the den the fire will warm your feet
Have every desire satisfied a treat
Sun reflect—
soporific effect
of sultry, languorous afternoon.
A photo album, open in an attic room,
of my family and dear friends gone all too soon.
Phantasmagorically fey—
gallimaufry in stray
disarray.
Memories of family come back to me in droves
when the holiday season rolls around.
It's the simplest things of warmth
and togetherness that bring a smile
and flood my heart with cheer.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
We were not so poor
To be ungrateful
For what we lacked.
Full plates in a heated house
Made it seem undue to complain
For lack of poetry or a candy cane.
Ne’er a penny in a bush
Nor gift under the tree was for us
With corn, milk and eggs a plenty.
We dared not wish for more.
Each night we knelt in thanks
Before dreaming of a hotdog,
Birthday cake, Christmas
Gift, or a dime to buy
An ice cream cone.
The weeds we kept at bay
The trees chopped expertly
Our toil stayed the rest.
We were not so poor
To be unthankful
For what we lacked
As we hoed the corn
Milked the cows
Feed the chickens.
Starved of play we were
too busy making hay
To be ungrateful.
I wish that it was Christmas time -
in the future when
my son and his new wife
have had their children then,
and they are surrounded
by family -
grandmothers, grandfathers,
including me,
and three thousand miles
has shrunk to none,
and their kids call me grandpa,
and we can have fun,
and the smell of pies is in the air,
and the Christmas tree is blinking -
where it is warm inside,
and the grownups are all drinking,
and to every grandkid sleepy head,
I say sternly, "it's time for bed",
and they argue a priori,
"Grandpa, read us a story!"
Dusting, as if Second Advent is Christmas Day
Entertaining, from abundance or for mere lack
Cooking with the crockery, banging out souffles
Eating thirds, doubling waistlines, seasonal pounds pack
Merry-making, sozzled so in the festive mood
Baking anything that has a beat, even snails
Expending on material goods till it's rude
Receiving presents, swapping cards and vintage tales