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.
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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.
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
kids eager to help
assorted cookie cutters
christmas taking shape
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
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
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
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
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
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
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.