Christmas Holiday Poems | Examples
These Christmas Holiday poems are examples of Holiday poems about Christmas. These are the best examples of Holiday Christmas poems written by international poets.
When I was a child, every holiday was a surprise
teachers had us designing jack-o-lanterns and cutting out ghosts
this is how I had an inkling Halloween was afoot
It seemed like we were tracing our fingers to make turkeys the next week
Christmas was thrown at us by the music teacher.
We did not have an art teacher back in the day
our teacher was our art teacher
There was no winter program
there was a Christmas program
No one had ever heard the term politically correct
As an adult I can finally predict when the holidays are arriving
They come fast and furiously every year, like tornadoes and windstorms
At last, the Christmas hubbub is gone,
and I can take the reindeer in from the lawn.
This grinch can finally relax...
Oh no! It's time for income tax.
I’ve been unashamedly holiday focused,
everything fit together like a puzzle,
all febrile worries were pardoned,
we took haven in our comforts.
I slept shamefully late,
We weaponized fun.
The world seemed parasitology free,
pharmacology, pathology and histology free,
if not entirely anatomy free wink wink
and except for my mom, assessment free.
It’s been great, it’s been Christmas!
But soon, my cares will, again, be fined tuned
by the Gordian knot of learning
and it’s ungentle reckonings.
If it weren’t all asked for - I’d be pissed.
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A Song for this:
Coney Island Man by Swing Out Sister
decorations down
little faces at window
tinsel trail to curb
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winter stars whisper peace, snowflakes joy.
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Snowflakes drift like prayers,
soft between the rifle barrels~
somewhere a child laughs.
The earth exhales its old grudges,
wide as dawn, deep as roots hold.
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Cinnamon whispers,
golden crumbs cling to my lips~
brandied cherries laugh.
Fruitcake, dense with Christmas joy,
melts like stolen midnight sun.
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They arrive before dawn~
antlers strapped to stocking caps,
felt noses safety-pinned to fleece.
Downtown Dallas exhales frost
as hooves slap pavement~
a migration of office workers,
lawyers, bankers, teachers,
students, retirees~
all briefly ungulate,
pounding
the urban tundra
while above them,
skyscrapers
turn into frozen pines.
The Finish Line smells of gingerbread
and spilled energy drinks.
No one wins, but
everyone who gallops across
the Finish Line receives a red t-shirt
proclaiming:
I ran with the herd.
The holiday season infuses
the world with light and love
In dazzling profusion
lustrous fusion
Christmas, Chanukah and Kwanza
a special trinity
washes over the globe
In place of sin and iniquity
reigns peace
~ pristine equanimity
Meet me under the mistletoe
tilt your face up
and whisper in my ear.
“You’re the only one I want.”
Lean in closer
and pucker up,
let our lips entwine
for even a brief second.
Meet me under that mistletoe,
make my dreams come true.
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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.
Two elves on a shelf
double the trouble.
They sit there conniving,
getting into mischief,
making life interesting
by spicing it up a bit.
What would Christmas be
without elves on a shelf?
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Smog and blackouts led to an off-track sleigh,
‘til Rudolph’s red nose could not save the day.
Santa refused to show stress,
So he used his G-P-S*
To get Christmas Eve trek back on its way!
Midnight.
Frost etches its score
on every windowpane.
Snowflakes land
with the hush of a page
turned in an old book.
Inside,
radiators hum an old hymn,
off-key,
while the tree stands
mute
in its tinsel robe.
Upstairs,
a child turns in her sleep
dreaming of
sugarplums and sleds.
The tree exhales pine,
needles brushing
the wrapped promises below.
Ornaments sway on their hooks~
tiny bells without tongues.
The fireplace crackles a low,
steady bassline
under murmured
verses of gratitude.
Footsteps soften in the hall,
carrying cocoa,
carrying sleep.
The house settles deeper into the hush.
Christmas Eve leans in,
holding its breath
between the notes.
Come Santa, play your guitar.
Sing a tune for all it's worth.
'Tis the season, be jolly.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025