Christmas Time Poems | Examples
These Christmas Time poems are examples of Time poems about Christmas. These are the best examples of Time Christmas poems written by international poets.
CHRISTMAS TIME
Every Christmas time, we decorate the Living Room
with foliage fearless and high, along with
a pine tree covered in bright colorful little lights
and in front of the old brick fireplace
we watch fun movies, drinking hot cocoa
wearing our slippers.
Every Christmas time we eat pumpkin pie
with cranberry sauce and a baked turkey,
along with glasses of sparkling cider
we joyfully open presents after a late
Christmas morning breakfast
that is homemade.
I worked thirteen hours overtime today
I had no currency to go and play
I made good time to spend on stuff
And lord, I just can't make enough
I bought myself a new pair of shoes
And a CD- of "The House of Blues"
I spend my time on many things
At Christmas, I spend it on what Santa brings
I put some time in my piggy bank
And I gave some time to the hobo Hank
I bought myself a picture locket
Can't keep good time inside my pocket
Ca-Ching, Ca-Ching... I've spent my time
It's currency to work more overtime
There's not enough currency left in the day
For me to go outside and play
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas, my Systers and Brothers!
It’s a time. A time. Again for love. The time
Lovers, families, parents, children’s love
Live and enjoy these days, the love
The Love. Comes from God
The origin, eternal life
Birthday of Jesus
Our hope, life
The Christ
Merry Christmas!
In the name of
Jesus Christ!
Once there was a Christmas shopping countdown
Shoppers storming malls, and Macy’s downtown
Those days seem so long ago
Even little children know
(to) Order online ~ last-minute playground
In twenty-fourteen, on a Yule Christmas
Holiday at school in a young lady's
Life, she shares a few moments with her loved
Grandparents. Embracing, showing the deep
And enduring bond they shared together.
It has been seven years since Grandpa passed.
On Christmas Day those moments privately
With her grandmother are spent silently,
Shedding tears at the head of his headstone.
It’s Christmas time!
Have a glass of wine!
See the snow fall outside.
You must enjoy Christmas time.
It’s Christmas time.
Duty calls over your life.
Drink more than you’d like to really do.
Be with people who are ‘family’ that you can’t stand and they don’t like you too.
It’s Christmas time.
Spend money on gifts you can’t afford.
It’s worth the financial stress and sleepless nights even more!
Eat food you’d not eat any other time.
It’s Christmas time.
Got to be on side, no matter how it effects me.
Got to pretend to be happy!
Got to ignore what I feel!
Family pressure to compete!
For what?… to make other people happy!
The cadence of carol melody floats
in the air with heavenly flair.
Our minds flitter like butterfly,
collect the colors and scents from flowers,
fill up our minds’ vase to the brim,
we offer Him with soul full of joy.
The darkness is melted by candles,
glittering in the quality time,
when our hearts pulsate with festive rhyme.
Cheerful yuletide to appear soon :
Waiting eagerly for visit
of my daughter and granddaughter,
staying abroad : My sweetest guests !
Only charm and attraction left
in last phase of my lone life.
My time is up with long past, short future.
Their quality time will boost me up.
I thought of you stranded on that shelf,
your plastic hands curled around empty air.
I woke dad; he didn’t say just a doll.
put boots over bare feet, keys jangling.
truck's headlights cut through frozen dark~
yellow eyes leading us to silent school.
dad lifted me on his shoulders. I’m here!
he wrenched window open; cold rushed in;
you awoke; we brought you home!
The holidays are here.
Extra time to enjoy
the fine amenities of home:
the luxury of reading
curled up in front of the fireplace
with a good mystery novel
and all the other fabulous books
I've been meaning to read.
Let it snow! Let it snow!
Old hands counted fingers to define,
That the hours in a day chime twice twelve,
That the months in a year toll what the old hands told.
Twelve apostles, tribes and days of Christmas do unfold
Twelve jurors decide, the twelfth is the hanged man card,
12 inches make a foot, 12 notes in an octave for a song do abide.
12 eggs in a dozen, 12 faces on two dies, does craps decide.
On 12 lunar cycles and 12 months in a year, does the seasons reside.
The annual elliptic zodiac journey passes through 12 constellations.
So it's so true, that so much of how we count and conceive,
Our universe, fate, course and the passage through time,
Depends on how our ancestors counted with their fingers.
all good things must come to an end
but we'll always have our memories
on those rainy autumn afternoons
by the fireplace on Christmas eves
walking along streets lined with lilac trees
by the lakeshore watching sunrises
you'll be there a heartbeat away by my side
~ no, death surely is not the end
AP: 3rd place 2025
Creamily melts in the mouth like butter
Comfort food that sets tongues aflutter.
Cups or mugs hold this rich luscious drink
Created from cocoa, sugar and milk.
Captivates taste buds in light, dark or white
Chocolaty goodness that's great day or night.
Christmastime favourite that always delights
Dec 16 2024
Hi poets
i’m talking some time off soup ~
hope to get back writing in the new year
Happy Christmas to all!
Cheers David
Dies, where did time go?
Lies, when I’d wrinkle slow.
Lids of eyes, crow's feet stomp.
Lads look away, see no pomp.
Lady, your silver hair is dyed.
Lazy joints take me for a ride.
Hazy is my history and mind.
Haze of clarity - need to rewind.
Maze of the season - nevermind.
Daze of bright ages, realigned.
Dame hears “Ho! Ho!,” fine silver bell,
Fame of Christ child, where all is well.