Christmas Narrative Poems | Examples
These Christmas Narrative poems are examples of Narrative poems about Christmas. These are the best examples of Narrative Christmas poems written by international poets.
The Spirit of joy
Is felt by children
Getting excited
For Santa to come
Everywhere they look
Decorations seen
Soon Santa will be
In thew shopping mall
Children wrote a list
To give to Santa
For their Christmas gifts
That they hope to have
Children are anxious
To meet Santa Clause
Sit upon his lap
Telling him their list
The gifts they would like
For the Christmas Day
The Christmas tree stands
Ready for the lights
Then some ornaments
To place on branches
The large ones and small
On the low branches
Ornaments are placed
Now enter- Stormy
The blubs she bats
Slow with her front paw
The low ornaments
They are removed
Now paws the tree skirt
Is removed from the tree
The floor is bare now
Now she chews the branch
Shei s nudged away
It makes me wonder
Why stormy did this
I ponder my thought
What the reason is
Her first Christmas tree
I ponder my thoughts
This makes sense to me
It is the first Christmas time
She saw a Christmas tree
It is now winter
Fall season ended
Some leaves on trees
The people are outside
Decorating trees
Outside their homes
When the lights are done
In darkness they glow
Making the darkness
Brighter for waking
People would be strolling
To enjoy the lights
Over four thousand years
New and old known-trees propagated without fears
Coconut tree is one
History out of many that's never gone
Reaching and multiplying from East to West
Islands with tall trees that never die nor rest
Soft food and sweet juices that come out
Tastes like salad and miracle water that stands out
Madagascar and Eastern globe that feast
Australesians converge and never celebrate with least
Sooner than Christmas Day people gather
Day and night, share and dine under any weather
All trees honor the Coconut Tree
Your "Fairy Godmother of Trees!"
Wilbur had been thinking about his teacher's gift all night
A bag of onions, that all we can give Miss Cricks?
His mother said “it will be more than enough”.
He thought it was a sad offering, felt embarrassed.
Lollygagged to school, arrived late, stayed in the doorway.
The bag behind his back, a burden, proof of their poverty.
Miss Cricks smiled and invited him in. He did not want to go.
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 Christmas spirit
Is felt in the air
Bare trees and bushes
Are decorated
With Christmas lights lit
Lightening the darkness
Making it brighter
In the darkness shown
The snow on bushes
Looks like cotton puffs
Great aunt Dorothy had a concrete donkey in her yard.
She had inherited it and the house from my grandparents.
This donkey had been in this yard since nineteen forty-one.
We kids always begged to decorate it for Halloween and Christmas.
Aunt Dorothy said this idea was despicable.
It would not be honorable.
The donkey would not like it.
She died three weeks ago.
Two days before Halloween, so we decorated the donkey.
He was now a purple peril, and I think he loved it.
After we left, he walked down to the graveyard to show her.
And there he sits, all pretty, next to her grave.
Aunt Marge’s Christmas letter sat unopened again.
Most of us walked by it, and said “not by the hair
of our chinny chin chin”
We knew what it would hold
Accomplishments of her six awful kids
We had nothing to do with them
Thanks to their behaviors
our family reunions had been on the skids.
This one is perfect.
That one is fine.
Billy is the president of railroad nine.
Tommy is an outstanding citizen now.
Her children were all amazing, wonderful,
her family a wow.
Aunt Marge has been bragging about them
in Christmas letters for fifty three years.
In truth they are spoiled brats
have caused lots of us tears
Her braggadocio bragging is annoying to me.
That unopened letter finally finds its way to the trash bin
without being opened, as our family all did agree.
When the tree stand up
Branches one
Are put into place
The cord lights are wrapped
Around the whole tree
Next the blubs areup
In red, green, white, gold
Nomes , red trucks, cupcakes
All laced on the tree
Then more blubs are placed
Making the white tree
Beauty stand out more
Then Sparkles lay down
On the tree skirt
Content to be there
This was Elise’s first wrapping job.
She did not want to hurry.
This was for her grandma.
One of her favorite people.
Daddy asked, “are we almost finished here?”
“She’s doing a great job,” Mommy said.
Daddy sat down to watch, enthralled.
He had never wrapped a Christmas present.
Maybe one day you can teach me, he said.
His daughter thought that he was kidding.
He could not have been more serious.
“Visions of sugar plums danced in their heads”…..
Teddy’s eyes fluttered, he saw gingerbread men dancing.
He was too tired to get up, so he allowed himself more sleep.
His brother was warm against his back, and he felt comforted.
Two cousins were here too, under grandma’s quilt.
They were snug and cozy, each dreaming their own dream.
Or so Maddy thought, when she opened one eye and saw a lollipop.
I doubt the others are dreaming of sweets, thought Jimmy.
Sharing a dream, yet, not one of the four knew it.
They did not discuss it, for they were too busy.
Poking each other awake, so they could open presents.
The thought did not hit any of them until thirty years later.
Sheila’s co-workers are abuzz.
She is wearing another Christmas mask
I cannot believe it
She has worn a different one for twelve days in a row
Rudolph, Frosty, Dasher, Icicles, Christmas trees, snowflakes,
Elves, Santa, Mrs. Claus, North pole, gifts, wrapping paper
What could be left? What has she not worn yet?
Christmas cat, christmas pig, christmas cow, christmas card,
Christmas carolers, christmas donkeys, christmas dinosaur.
I look over at the mask-wearer.
Sheila is grinning while she writes down all of their suggestions.
November 11th, 1938. winter, Sweden
neighbor's pond water is not frozen yet
bucket spilled drops are chilly
grandma Sven's crocheted mittens are not warm enough
younger brother Finn tells me to hurry
family waits for these precious drops of water
cannot fire up cast iron cook stove without stew juice
Chester, our broken down farm pony waits patiently
sky spells out snowstorm
I am shivering now, my feet feel frostbitten
I wish that we were closer to the home
Christmas Krampus is coming, my brother teases me
When I laugh I see my breath, it travels up in weather puffs
if we do not move soon, there will be frosty icicles on our noses
I am grateful for Finn
he knows how to keep my mind off my discomfort
Giant ornaments like tumbleweeds, like eye popping bubbles, boisterously released in London streets. Like giant lightweight bowling balls that cavort out of their lanes. The breeze plays volleyball, indeterminate who’s winning. The kids’ winning for sure. Follow the bouncing baubles, unravelling revelation of holiday spirit. Celebration in the streets off to a fa-la-la start.
If this was an episodic Doctor Who, those orbs would mean trouble’s steamrolling in. The tardis’ on high alert. It’s always London! The doctor’s enigmatic scrutiny of exploding rounds and Santas showing up. They’ve weapons too. Watch out! Don’t worry! The Doctor will save you.
11/3/2022