Christmas Work Poems | Examples

These Christmas Work poems are examples of Work poems about Christmas. These are the best examples of Work Christmas poems written by international poets.


Premium Memberthis is not going to work

three reindeer do not fit well in a tub I guess
they seem to have joints that poke out of the mess
I was watching and I said this is not going to work
Especially when Rudolph and Dasher decided to twerk


Premium MemberBlowing My Cover

   
     Every year I pinch-hit on Christmas 
         for a Christian so devout
     That if he had to work on the holiday
         he’d just sit and pout                                    

     This year was no different from the rest
         except he made a slight change
      This Christian also became a full-fledged Jew 
         ~ So, I had to cover for him on Chanukah too

Premium MemberWorks one day a year

They're the epitome of love.
The most adorable couple in North Pole.
Peaceful harmony for 364 days.



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Premium MemberTV Commercials Work on Me

These are the toys you will need this year
It is 1959; my tv is near
Saturday morning, we’re watching cartoons
We all need perry puppet made of balloons

Mothers pick up their phones to order one
They are sold out, Christmas will not be so fun
Commercials convinced us kids in fifty-nine
Bending each eager innocent gullible mind

Commercials continue to work on me
Which is why I must turn off TV

Premium MemberSome Might Say Plum Tuckered

Plum tuckered from the Polar Express,
off the rails and despairing of goody-
goody gumdrops and sweet words
that impresses many a poetic treat.

Preparation of Victorian sweets, via PC,
dreaded, droll, glorious and interminable.
I’m laughing at you, if you try, Sugar Plum.
You’ll turn colors as a longsuffering victim.

The SP Fairy, flew through the season
of peace and joy, only her tippy toes caring.
Not a fruitcake, herself, to be busy for days,
nor fuss and layer a dobosh torte for hours.


Premium MemberI Do Not Even Like These People

I spy the usual overly animated party goers
Their finery makes me suddenly remember
I back away from the keyhole so others can enter
my heart leaps with happiness as I turn away
hoping the boss will not catch me before I reach the street
office Christmas parties are the worst kind of torture

Premium MemberGift Giving To the Boss

We tossed gifts onto her desk until she was surrounded by them.
They were soon on the floors, because there was no space left
On her counters, her shelves, her chairs, her couch, her bookcase.
She is the boss; and I am sure would like us to stop.
However, we all want to get something in there,
incase she is one of those bosses that likes us accordingly.
Surely she isn’t I think as I lug in a giant gift bag of stuff.

Premium MemberTough Times At the North Pole

Tough times have fallen on the North Pole
   COVID-19's shrunk employer payrolls

So, the good Lord's invoked the grandfather clause
   To increase the pension due Santa Claus

Premium MemberKids

kids eager to help
assorted cookie cutters
christmas taking shape



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Premium MemberHold It

HOLD IT

A hold on a library shelf by name.
Man, behind-the-scenes, approaching shame.

Sneaks behind counter, tries to help himself.
Mischievous patron, like a Christmas elf.

7/6/2017
epigram

Premium MemberHo Ho Ho

Ring a ling, jingling On a magical fairy tale Sleigh bells are ringing Brrr... freezing cold North Pole “Ho Ho Ho” Joyous, rolly polly, white beard Santa, is already singing and swaying in his white fur trim red velvet suit ready to put smiles on all his children big and small out in the world “Ho Ho Ho” On Christmas Day elf’s he’s employed enjoying their busy work singing, swinging, and tinkering to tunes of Christmas music making lots of noise on a nimbly, assembly line creating, never frustrating new toys to stuff in Santa’s bag for the joy in delivering to all the girls and boys “Ho Ho Ho” Merry Christmas! Santa’s sleigh just went zooming by. 11/26/2016 Children Story
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberEmployment For An Elf

Being short, I was asked to play an elf
For a mall Santa who had his own beard
The elf suit I’d not have picked for myself
Spock ears, curled shoes and red tights – I looked weird

The regular elf had caught a bad flu
While jolly Saint Nick downed too much eggnog
Rascal Rudolph, sans the eight-reindeer crew,
Grazed on manger hay like a “boarish” hog

Children wanted to sit on Santa’s lap
But his halitosis cast most away
One large boy created quite a mishap
He slid and cracked Santa’s over-packed sleigh

Today I’ll not venture into a mall
They remind me of my worst job of all


*Written November 10, 2014 for Sara’s “Jobs” contest

Premium MemberGranpa Shreeve

I'll always remember Granpa Shreeve
at Eaton Road,where he+Gran dwelt,
a wide thick trouser buckled belt
no collar,braces+rolled-up shirt sleeve

He kept hens at the bottom of his patch
his soldier's back now bent to stoop,
collecting eggs from his home-coop,
each day letting them out to root+scratch 

Organically grown,fed as range free
a pullet killed as a Christmas treat
each day a fresh egg for dinner or tea

Old-fashioned,a bit of a tartar, 
far-off days..Gran was his domestic martyr

Premium MemberObnoxious Mike

I know just how to get even with that Mike.  I can’t stand how he spreads gossip 
about me throughout the company.  The one thing that makes him more obnoxious 
than his hollow mendacious gossip is that incessant smoking of his.  Well, I’ll put an 
end to all the trouble he perpetrates.  Tonight we are having our annual Christmas 
party.  While he is puffing away on a cigarette, I will douse him with some lighter 
fluid.  Since we are all firefighters, I’m sure somebody will put out the fire quickly.  I 
just want to teach that guy a lesson once and for all.


a fictional account based on a recent news story

Premium MemberRetail Christmas 2

It's one week till Christmas
And we've had enough
Of grumpy old shoppers
Complaining about stuff.

They hate the line-ups,
They hate the cashiers.
They won't be happy 
Till they have us in tears.

The things they are after
Are long gone from the store.
They find it incredulous
We won't be getting more.

Last minute shoppers 
Are a pain in the rump.
Each night by closing
This place looks like a dump.

One more week to go,
I sure hope we make it
But in the meantime
We'll just smile and fake it.

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