Christmas Personification Poems | Examples
These Christmas Personification poems are examples of Personification poems about Christmas. These are the best examples of Personification Christmas poems written by international poets.
The phone rang just past 5 this morning.
To myself, I asked, "Who must this be calling?"
In reply to my 'Hello', came a serious reply.
There was a strong male voice with a happy
greeting saying,
"My name is Christmas.
I have been sent to make serious requests.
I'm in search of the spirit of giving.
Listen well if to you God is speaking.
Missions of mercy await any who is willing.
Acts of kindness await any who is loving.
Be prepared to open your heart to someone knocking.
Listen to the hearts of those who are weeping.
Be mindful of someone on the streets walking.
Beware of someone on the sidewalk sleeping".
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The cascading contours of the verdant mountain slope
hold me, an upstanding cone of jade coniferous pine,
gilded in gold soaked from the swathe of snow,
turned to mirror flakes by the sun of dawn.
Cinnabar glaze I get from crimson cloud passing
through the twilight gleam to the fiery horizon’s fold.
As the polar wind lancet abrades the frozen topography,
my senses shiver in the winter chill on the tips of needles.
The shroud of silence falls with the drizzle of still night,
the cerulean stardust shines on my silken visage,
shimmering in my dream to slice the misty air,
and soar in the satin sky to touch the stars.
The reverie comes true some other time,
when in festival of joy to a far-off place I go
as the Christmas tree crowned by sapphire stars.
My desire to be with stars is fulfilled in Christmas time
I stand among many in the forest
With long arms and pine branches
Each year I grow taller just waiting
I can feel bulbs and warm lights blinking
With popcorn and berries draped all around
I will snuggle presents by my feet
Watching tiny eyes smiling and gleaming
A star will be placed upon my head
Songs will be sung with melody's
Yet, this dream is only a dream
My Christmas wish is to be with you
Filling your house with joy and laughter
As the snow covers my branches
I see Prancers and Dancers footprints
With tracks followed from Santa’s sleigh
Alone I am again in the forest
On this,
Christmas Day
We travel in flocks
Hidden in colorful trees
Loving warm places
We hail from
Mexico, Central and South America
Our plumage is bright
We have high pitched calls
We forage on flowers
Most of them are not as colorful
or as brightly dazzling as we are
Christmas colored feathers
Strong beaks, and active lungs
We make ourselves known
In Australia; we may let you glimpse us.
We are showy and proud
Loving our rich gorgeous plumage
We are like drag queens who entertain
Crowds in New York and Chicago
I was suffocating in the crowded conifer forest,
so, I decided once to celebrate Christmas
alone outside in the hamlet not far away.
In the fading hour of the Christmas eve
with the moondust showering tinsels on me
I walked out of the thicket on the faint track,
crossed the snow covered rolling topography.
At the thinned edge of the misty woods,
an isolated old house I found stood in decay.
Through the frosted window I saw in a cold room
a little girl trying to make a green paper tree.
I called her out to pluck from the surviving shrub
some wild flowers to decorate me,
while on me descended a star on snowflake.
Later her mother found her asleep on the floor,
the paper tree lying unfinished beside her.
I left her with her dream to dream,
that would one day come true, I knew.
May 23, 2021
Total Words : 147 (Poetry Soup Counter)
Contest : Personfication Poem 150
Sponsor : Caren Krutsinger
The contours cascading from the higher Himalayan slope
hold me, the upstanding cone of jade, a coniferous pine,
gilded in gold soaked from the swathe of glistened snow,
turning to mirror of flakes, flushed by dawn’s yellow sun.
A coat of cinnabar I get as the crimson clouds pass me by
across the gleam of twilight sky to the chromatic horizon.
As the northern winds graze over the frozen topography
my mind quivers on the tip of needles in the winter chill.
As the shroud of silence falls with the drizzle of still night
the cerulean stardusts sprinkle shine on my silken visage,
shimmering with my ardent dream to pierce the thin air,
soar up high in the satin sky and touch the twinkling stars.
The reverie comes true somewhere else, some other time
when to a far-off place in the midst of festival of joy I go
to be charming Christmas tree crowned by sapphire stars,
my desire to be among stars is fulfilled in Christmas night.
December 28, 2019
Contest : I Am A Tree
Sponsor : Delilah Ventura
On my way to church
the spirit of Christmas I met the other night.
All excited it was as the day of Jesus's birth
was coming.
In awe, I approached it and hesitantly
I asked:
" Could you, sacred spirit, tell me what the real
meaning of Christmas is? "
The spirit looked at me, at first, rather surprised for
I appeared as a man of faith
yet
didn't seem to know what was I celebrating,
however,
with a compassionate smile and a very
calm voice willingly replied:
" The real meaning of Christmas
is the rebirth of love in people's hearts.
A rebirth that aims to reestablish
the relationship among the people themselves first and then
reinforce their connection with the divine, as the Lord
meant it to be pure and holy!
In that way
the love and peace of the heavens
would be enshrined in the heart of every man and
make people love one another, the fact that would lead
love to reign upon the earth and bring peace
to humanity.
Only then the birth of Jesus would make sense
and take its real meaning
causing the angels with joy sing -peace on earth and
Alleluia! "
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 December 2019
December came dancing along
Implying clouds to play their pouring songs
Drenching land with affectionate warmth
Wrapping mountains in snow-white shawls
Enhancing streams with drizzly charms
Ornamenting rocks with soft white tops
Draping valleys with frills of delicate fogs
Aiding awaiting lake with new aquatic stock
Lifting spirits to prepare for Christmas Rock
I was all wet at first tumbling down
A tear from a cloud
It was getting cold but then I saw
A snowflake falling by me
My arms and legs became frozen
Twirling down spinning around and around
If I fall upon the branch of a tree
I will be able to rest comfortably
But if I fall on the road a snowplow
Will gather us all and shove us off to the side
If I fall on a car, we can all go for a ride
Until the wipers push us aside
If I fall in a river I will be whooshed away
Turning back into water drifting away
If I fall on a dog, he will shake me off
If I fall on the ground, I will melt away
Giving a fresh drink to the plants below
This one tiny snowflake putting on
A Christmas show delivering happiness
To all those watching me fall from the sky
How beautiful am I
My Christmas tree in sparkling dress
stands in my window to impress.
She smiles at all the passersby.
She waves hello. She is not shy.
She winks at all the trees she sees
in nearby houses on the street.
She seems to shiver with delight
counting the minutes till midnight.
For one late hour wakened from sleep
through the dark house on slippered feet
I crept, while up, to catch a glance
of tinseled Christmas ambiance.
Outside the window daintily
danced my glittering Christmas tree!
With others down the street and back!
They twirled around the cul-de-sac!
Amazed I gazed quiet and still,
propped against the window sill, till
tired but thrilled I left to resume
much needed rest in my bedroom.
I heard giggling in early light
when she slipped in and stood just right.
But, she leaves needles everywhere
and ornaments dropped here and there.
She’ll have her fun till New Year’s Day,
then take a nap all tucked away.
Next year she’ll dress and dance again
with all her many merry friends.
12/11/2018
Dear Santa Claws, please bring me a new catnip mousey; my old one has so many holes that the nip won’t stay in and I can’t eat it all in one day; it gives me the munchies and a headache.
I also need another collar, one without bells; I don’t want the dog and mice to know where I am; they don’t respect my privacy. I can’t surprise them and Butch, the dog, loves for me to pounce on his head while he’s asleep.
For a dog, Butch is okay, I guess but I doubt you’ll bring him anything ‘cause he’s been bad this year; oh, but if you do, he wants a new bed, I accidentally peed in it last week, five times.
Oh, and please bring Mommy a new winter scarf; since I pulled out all of the fringe on her favorite one, she’s been a little irritable. A nice bottle of wine, would help too, in case I accidentally damage the new one; really, I’m a good cat but, fringe gets a real thrill out of teasing me until I snap.
So, Santa Claws, stop by and I’ll leave some kibble and milk out for you but, please don’t leave any face fur in it; Butch nearly choked to death on a piece last year and I got blamed for it.
Thank you,
Sheba, the good cat.
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Christmas tree ho hum.
Its scented needles unfurled.
The trunk plopped down and watered.
She sits, oh so still, like a good girl should.
Days and days later, she’s showered in tinsel,
dressed in lovely ornaments, gifted choice candy canes.
The Winter sun is placed on her head, warming her heart.
“Splendid,” she sighs, and then decadent wrapped boxes, drop
at her feet
on Xmas
Eve, a
twinkle in
the gifter’s eye.
11/28/2018
Shadow Hamilton’s Contest
I’m the park bench, and I’m a witness of varied personalities
at Christmas time:
Among those I behold with glee are the beautiful ladies,
endowed by God with well-being’s goodness;
Bearing His image graciously, they declare the Gospel unashamedly,
especially the good tidings of peace, brought by the Saviour's birth.
Pleasantly charming with Bible-propped faith, testifying of their saved, secured souls, they exude grand virtuous elegance, dressed in their apparel of modesty.
With loving hearts so ready to reach out, as filled by the Lord’s compassion…
…They do share with joy and give cheerfully, enabled by the Holy Spirit’s might.
I thank God for their lives offered to God, exemplifying Christian traits:
Respected and acknowledged role models, they're admired, and wooed with prayer by suitors as they trust the Supreme Master.
Indeed, they do well while they strive to show this Scripture’s essence:
“Favour is deceitful, …beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD,
she shall be praised” Proverbs 31:30.
November 28, 2018
1st place, "The Park Bench At Christmas" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sara Kendrick; judged on 12/16/2018.
Park Bench #286
Boston Common
Christmas
Colder, less comfortable,
holding court with
weakly trembling sun
I offer my scant refuge -
a silent moment - awaiting
life’s unrepentant penitents.
I listen as regret
stings the faded paint
of weathered necessity,
as tears make me cry
for the rain.
I am scarred
by the knife points
of broken hearts,
stained by the tremors
of spilled wine,
splintered by the pain
of anger’s boots.
The lights glisten
in the icy winds
mocking me - they dance
across the crumbled snow,
carolers pass by
rushing to sing of joy
at well lit windows.
A tattered coat slides
wearily accepting my offer
the crusted weight of a life
seeking the solitude
of loneliness.
John G. Lawless
©11/26/2018
Thoughts of an Old Elm Tree
I am tired, oh, so tired,
My dried brown leaves are falling,
I am losing my looks before my time,
In the hot dry unnatural heat’s
Appalling late summertime, and so
I dream of last year’s emerald lush,
Of intermittent sweet raindrops,
Even fall’s first cold blush, even so
Was gentle in its bearing me into winter’s sleep.
My dear leaves crumble and crackle around
Thick hard veins like an old man’s hands,
And in my waving reverie, I wonder of winter,
Will I sleep the the sleep of the old in September and
Miss the colors of fall and Christmas time?
I am tired, oh, so tired.