Christmas Quatrain Poems | Examples
These Christmas Quatrain poems are examples of Quatrain poems about Christmas. These are the best examples of Quatrain Christmas poems written by international poets.
When Christmas nears, I reminisce
about the ones that won’t be there
for gift exchange and scrumptious meals.
I visualize each empty chair.
Then one by one, my picture books
come off the shelves. I dwell upon
the photos of my nephew, brother,
Mom, and Dad. Dear God, they’re gone!
Nostalgia can be friend or foe.
At times like these, he is a friend
who lingers only long enough
to help me wipe my tears and mend.
It’s time to load the gifts and food
to share with all my family.
No signs of grief will mar my smile.
Just joyful love is all they’ll see.
To honor loved ones we have lost,
we’ll share the special memories
that make us smile instead of cry.
Our praises won’t be eulogies!
I love the sights of Christmastime
from manger scenes to mistletoe.
Sweet, joyous sounds pervade the air
from "Praise the Lord" to "HO HO HO!"
I give to those who are in need,
for God says, "Love your fellow man."
Then when I shop for family,
I buy them every gift I can.
The carolers and choirs perform
"O Holy Night" and "We Three Kings,"
while celebrants in living rooms
sing tunes about what Santa brings.
A prayer precedes our Christmas feast;
the smorgasbord brings great delight.
The kids soon snuggle near the fire
enrapt as Dad starts, "'Twas the Night . . . “
This season is a splendid time
that bears a special, holy name,
so as I smile through "Jingle Bells,"
I won't forget why Jesus came.
Today, in Wisconsin, three children lost their lives.
The media of course pours on us, emotional jive!
I, personally, cannot imagine, such a heartbreaking loss.
In a school, no less, friends and parents bear the cost!
Mental illness is a bloody monstrous thief.
When neglected,……it causes endless grief!
Watch the screams to take guns away.
While the breath of innocents by other means.
No…no guns needed …no,none at all.
Young girls choked and raped.. no border, needed.at all?
Fentanyl came here flowing like rivers without any ration.
Add 1,500 last minute pardons, we will not have a nation!
12/16/2024
Dasher and Dancer yelled midair
and said to Santa, “We can't fly!
Earth satellites have made a snare
of wireless currents in the sky!”
Then Santa answered, “Use plan B-
come down one level in the sky.
Take care and watch! Don't hit a tree
or steeple top as we zoom by!”
So they both did as Santa said,
though still, they'd be a little late;
made headway now with deer and sled
where techno-waves had low-flow rate!
The Star which led the shepherds to
that miracle so long ago
is what they saw at last to view-
this light of lights unveils its glow.
For there, our Savior Christ was born
to gift that beam which sets us free
to live with grace- awake each morn;
within that light forever be.
And so that Star of Bethlehem
which guided shepherds with their sight
became the promise passed to them;
spread far His Light unveiled that night.
The Latest Gripe
Miracle Man
1/2024
Seems anything decent someone finds fault,
too many things are now said to be divisive.
A lawsuit comes next, then it comes to a halt,
the supreme court has the vote that’s decisive.
Today, The Nativity Scene is the gripe receiver,
it only took one claiming a violated right.
Complaint brought to light by a non believer,
now this person’s lawyered up, ready to fight.
To avoid a lawsuit,
town Nativity scene in play,
Is now the three wise men
plus Santa and sleigh.
We pray to Thee, the divine infant,
Our weary hearts, to purify
For we desire worthy to be
Thou Holy name to glorify!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
23 December 2023
Christmas 2023
Written: by Miracle Man
November 26, 2023
Amid all the decorations,
and celebrations of the season.
lets look past these things,
and embrace the true reason.
It is during this season,
we’re asked for generous seed.
From donations collected,
we help those in need.
Jesus’ physical entrance,
was at His Bethlehem birth.
He came into the world,
fulfilling a mission on earth.
Jesus came to offer his life,
as a ransom for mankind.
Live life without Jesus,
and you’ll be left behind.
Merry Christmas
Did the Holy Family leave it all behind, when they fled?
Did they barter the gold to invest in a comfy baby bed?
Did Mary use frankincense for calm aromas to waft in?
Did they keep the myrrh for His burial without a coffin?
Santa’s workshop was full of singers of every kind of voice.
The loudest one that sounded like gravel was my cousin Joyce.
She was wrapping and humming, and they all sang along.
We are in the best holiday mood! Said the happy elf throng.
They are off key a listening robin said as he stopped to peek.
We don’t care, it is unity, peace, love and harmony we seek!
The robin left, and a heavenly messenger, a red cardinal flew in
Let’s take it from the top, he said. Your voices are all a win!
The peaceful village, sleeps now, beneath
a full moon.
Whispers of wishes to Santa, are like music,
this frost tinged night
The town’s flashing tree is artistry, soft, like goose
down feathers in flight.
As we mix hot cider and cinnamon with our spoon.
Love fully this night with family or friends
The fireplace flickers, with its warmth and glow
While outside, icy winds do blow.
To each heart present, your love, do send!
Merry Christmas, Poets
12/25/2022
Christmas Elves cut out the cookies all over the place.
They had them in each room, and they ran out of space.
In the bathroom? Someone asked, with a bit of a twitch.
It was the persnickety annoying grouchy old Christmas witch.
The bathroom elves are helping, and they know what to do.
They are frosting them in colors of red, green, yellow and blue.
We are also cutting out cookies on porch railings in the moonlight.
The Christmas witch threw up her hands and ran off into the night.
Hark the happy herald angels sing
Bethlehem has ushered in a King
Peace on earth, mercy mild, good will to men.
Humble birth is a magnificent win.
Hark the happy herald angels sing
Star in the east has shown us a King
Animal in stable take a knee
Most wondrous sight they’ll ever see
Hark the happy herald angels sing
Christian’s faithful rejoice, and bells ring
Jesus Christ our Savior has come to Earth
Today we celebrate our Hero’s birth.
Dainty Christmas deer with his blonde fur aglow.
He prances with magnificence in the twinkling snow.
His mother has put glitzy ornaments on his sweet head.
We dream of him the second we climb into our bed.
The tiniest Christmas faerie was too small to do much.
She did not fit in most uniforms, and she did not like her hutch.
She climbed out and pranced around and was chased by a mouse.
I am so upset she told her mother; I don’t even like this crazy house.
The mouse slithered into a crawl space, so she was safe now.
Her mother said, “I think this house is okay, although not a wow.”
I don’t fit in, said the tiniest Christmas faerie. Where can I be?
Her mother suggested she climb to the top of the Christmas tree.