Santa Claus Poems - Poems about Santa Claus

Death May Be Your Santa Claus

Another morning gone. The warp and weft
of kids and errands seems a sort of theft.
I love to listen to the phone-in show,
Peoria Euphoria K Seven, Illinois,
the kind of thing that housewives can enjoy -
Andrea Doria, Eva Longoria -
but parents don’t have rights. I’ve got to go.

Another morning spent. The spare room painted.
I poured the soup

Santa Claus Was Afraid to Pass Through Port-au-Prince, Haiti

Papa Noël was afraid to pass through on Christmas Day
In the streets of Port-au-Prince. Bullets were being fired in droves
Sporadically, haphazardly. Many people were hiding under beds
Naughty terrorists are like dogs, hyenas in vile forests or deadly wilderness
They are everywhere with big machine guns which are not made in Haiti
The lawless bandits or God-awful devils

Santa Claus is Fraud

I sit here in this secluded place, hoping that Santa would knock on my gate, but every wind that blows drifts my boat further away from the shore and the summer in my heart keeps exploding in the dark and the roaring waves toss the boat further into the sea forcing destiny to sign an

santa claus says so

it's a christmas rule
calories don't count eat up
santa claus says so

You Better Believe It

You better believe it 
When I say this because, 
Here before you I sit ...
The one and only, Santa Claus 

When I say this because 
... I want you to believe, 
The one and only, Santa Claus 
Your eyes do not deceive 

I want you to believe 
Look at me, if you can, 
Your eyes

Believe in Santa Claus

The sun never shines
On Santa's behind
As his sleigh only flies
Across nighttime skies
Still in the blink of an eye
The gifts do arrive
Let us all take pause
To thank Santa Claus
For year after year
He brings us good cheer
And the way to receive
Is you simply believe 

Christmas Eve with Santa Claus

“Twas the night before Christmas” four decades ago,
when my late ex-husband suited up as Santa Claus so
he could surprise our two toddlers and spice our
Christmas Eve party through the midnight hour.

It is our family tradition to celebrate Christmas on
Christmas Eve and we committed to keep it going on.
A joyous family gathering to welcome the birth
of

Dear Santa Claus

I'm a bad boy, and it is uncanny 
How I always get hit on my fanny. 
If I could get my paws...
What I mean, Santa Claus - 
I wish Julie Andrews for my nanny.

Children of the Planets

We are children of the planets,
We are children made of stars.
We once believed in a magic old man
Riding in an airborne sled.
With a bounty of unconditional love 
For every child, a bounty for any child.

We must remain those children,
Believing this love is universal,
Believing it is truly unconditional,
Love that glides on sleigh runners
Over ethereal vistas of

The Christmas Skinny

I wrote to Prof Arab
And I asked Dr Jew
I spoke with Mrs Christian
And typed to ChatGPT too

One of them said it was spiritual
The other, it was not real
Another said academic fiction 
The last, it was the real deal

It began in the 4th century
In a place called Rome
By the 12th century
St Nich had entered every home

As

I Saw Santa Claus

In England it is almost twelve o'clock 
I just saw Santa Claus in his red smock
He left parcels galore
Outside of my front door
Asked him in, but he said his lips were sore.

FROM SANTA CLAUS XMAS 2011

written twelve years ago
when yours truly about two score 
and twelve years old,
and fishy financial fiasco
about twenty six weeks
before being scalloped
courtesy villainous fraudster
otherwise known as scam artists,
blithely, glibly, and pliantly
fleeced with shear trickery
my coveted nest egg.

TO: TWO PRECIOUS HARRIS LASSES 
WHO LIVE ON GREENTREE LANE
THIS FAST APPROACHING CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY 
AS WILL READILY BECAME PLAIN
RECEIVED A

Christmas Wishes from the Parents

The idea of Christmas snow in Michigan is replaced with fog
Hot breath exhaled to cold lollipop trees
My blurry life-sized polar bear salutes through the front window
To me
Staring back from the couch
He is sweating out there in his winter coat

House fills with noisy nightly ghosts
Filling empty beds left from the grown kids
Creaks I suppose from the

A Bad Poem About Christmas

Xmas is here tonight
At midnight, what a night!
Let's write a bad poem about Christmas
Before the Midnight Mass
As we offer our best wishes to all on the planet
This is it
Santa Claus is sliding in the chimney
Hurray, hurray!
Papa Noël is coming to town to bring gifts
Garlic, olive oil and onion
To everyone
Stop all types of cheats.

Long live Papa

I Saw Santa Claus

Snow had fallen, Christmas Eve morning,
On every rooftop and branch adorning

Burying my rural world in white,
And changing this place overnight

Early, I had wandered out the door,
Wanting to take in the forest more

I did gasp and my foot did pause,
When indeed, I saw Santa Claus 

Standing alone there in the clearing, 
Attending to his reindeer, so

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