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.
Twenty-four days before Christmas in 1958 there was a huge fire
at Our Lady of the Angels, a Catholic grade school in Chicago
Eighty-seven children and three nuns died in this fire.
One of the children who passed was Mary’s little sister, Karen.
She was to be a first grader forever.
Mary was in the fourth grade at the time.
Mary spent years trying to forget that day, the worst day ever.
The frantic nuns, the commotion, the smoke, the frenzy.
Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting on the sidewalk across the street.
Watching the school burn up, wondering where Karen was.
A sister who never came home.
Mary felt shame for leaving her.
She had wanted to run in there and rescue Karen.
But the adults restrained her.
Her family waited for hours hoping for a miracle.
Watching the front door, praying Karen would walk inside.
She never did.
Eighty-six other children did not return home either.
Probably led to heaven by the three nuns.
He sat in the street, reaching out for support.
He did not shout or sing or beg.
He looked and smiled and shivered,
shaking in his cardboard bed.
The snow came down, December time,
cascading softly through the air.
But winter’s chill brings ringing bells—
no space for him, no mercy there.
No warmth tonight, no place to go,
the shutters down, the bitter bite.
He pulled his coat, so thin and worn,
and yearned for times before the scorn.
On Christmas Day, he sat stock still,
as voices bustled down the street.
A world alive with cheer and song,
but none could hear his slowing beat.
And when they came to wish him well,
to toss a coin, to share some cheer,
he sat stock still—his breath was gone.
His final beat.
His final beat.
His final beat.
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.
Buddha meets ... that is strange,
Announce the meet ... strange the more,
Buddha meets ... not so strange,
Announce misquote ... Buddha just wrote,
Though history ... Buddha's story,
Timing bit off ... historians scoff,
What came first; egg or chicken ... what came post; begs a question,
Christmas or Buddha ... Buddha or Christmas,
It is neither ... here nor there,
Ergo ... Therefore,
Flip a coin, heads or tails ... make your choice, while coin sails,
A guess is a guess ... my best is my best,
Here goes nothing ... substance something,
Buddha crosses time ... Christmas line a Cross
Christmas Star o'er Bethlehem ... faraway came three wise men,
Buddha is pleased with Christmas sight ... Buddha's lifetime records and write,
The nativity scene ... Buddha cites how it beamed,
Joseph and Virgin Mary, and baby Jesus makes three all the same ... Buddha scrolls down parchment that indicate advent that coined Christs' name,
Idyllic pastoral scenes of shepherds and farm animals and three wise men bearing gifts from afar ... Buddha captures the highlights breaths exhale and inhale words repetitively transform plain and not Czar.
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
Welcome to another phase
A new dawn, another era
It's festive season, love the reason
A new month, without deceased
Radiating liveliness not decay
December without denials or delay we pray.
The last month of the year 2024
But not the last month for us
The month of impeccable discernment
Birthing awareness for actions
Igniting our passion for glory
Leading us to flawless victory we pray.
Oh God of creations! direct our course
Making charity and peace our priority
Renew thy spirit within us
So we can love more than we hate
Giving more than we take
Unite us, so we can show compassion
For other's religion, cultures and traditions
Without discrimination but discernment we pray.
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.
You apologize over and over,
Yet do it again cold shoulder.
In church every Sunday saying you’re a “righteous” man,
But at home you’re the devil’s right hand man.
It’s crazy how your so smart and calculated with liquor,
Yet you didn’t even graduate high school no paper.
You had jobs that paid well
Now you’re jobless cause of the lies you tell.
How foolish of you
When you were younger what did you want to do with your life?
It doesn’t matter because you’re just a man addicted to liquor.
You’re sick not just in the head but all over.
I hate giving you the cold shoulder.
But you caused this don’t try play Bob the builder
You can’t fix this.
You always ask what do you want for Christmas
You assume money.
But I want more than that I want my childhood back.
So much of life is about gains and losses.
The gains we appreciate, but not the losses.
Our gains in life are too numerous to list.
Many or most of our losses are eventually forgotten,
and we move on as we learn to live without them.
Once in a while, a thought of our lost things crosses
our minds. We would treasure them if only we had them.
To name just a few of my losses isn't very hard to do.
My HS graduation ring; A photo of a homeless man;
My two boys' collection of toy cars; My college
graduation picture. Since high school, these are
just a few of my lost things that come to mind.
If I had to think about it for a while, who knows
how long the list would be? But from the above list,
if all of them were found, and I could only choose
one, which loss would I first reach for, cherishing it
the most to possess again?
I have often longed for a photograph of a homeless man
having Christmas dinner with me and my young family
some 40 years ago. Encountering and having a brief
relationship with Reuben had a huge impact on me
as a young man. I think that would be my choice.
011724PS
Mexico claims part of Texas as its own
Calls to invade the Lone Star State have lately grown
Long-time Texans can hardly believe their ears
This issue has been decided for many years
But on Christmas night, Mexican gangs
roamed Texan border towns, seeking Texans to hang
They killed 2,000, then raped some more
took others hostage, about twelve score
Joe B., furious, ordered an all-out assault
He'd show those Mexicans who was at fault
Not so fast, progressive Democrats said
There was 'context' to the border assault, and the 2,000 dead
In fact, the Mexicans were the unlucky victims of systemic racism
not to mention decades of oppression and neo-colonialism
Since the 1850's the Mexicans had suffered, the Left said
'Twas a heinous crime for 'Genocide Joe' to kill them dead
So, Joe B. caved, and gave the 'conquistadores' their reward
Over their new border inside Texas, all their 'amigos' poured...
“Each One of Us”
A new life born
borne immaculate
in a way,
that no one
buried in supposition
need ever explain
the questions
irrelevant
the motive mute
in the heart
of each one
of us
the answer
from the Other
astute
undeniable,
the motive -
each one of us,
The Truth.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Christmas Day,
Sydney - Australia
25.12.23
“When the power of LOVE
overcomes the love of power
the world will know peace.”
"Christmas, my child,
is LOVE in action.
Every time we LOVE,
every time we give,
it's Christmas."
"Christmas Punched the Clouds"
Christmas
punched a hole
in the clouds
and out came
Sunshine
regards,
Santa's Helper.
(LadyLabyrinth/2023)
at Christmas, 2023
"Underneath the Mistletoe"
Christmas kissed
its dream
underneath the Mistletoe
The Dream
melted a frozen heart
underneath the Mistletoe
Love like a
burning star
shining bright
Christmas kissed
its dream
underneath the Mistletoe
Love like a
burning star
shining bright
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
at Christmas, 2023