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4 A Christmas Poem

  1. Santa’s LapI like to visit Santa Claus
    When Christmas time is near.
    It’s fun to climb up on his lap
    And whisper in his ear.
    He says, “My dear, have you been good?
    Have you done what Mother said you should?
    Do you brush your teeth and hair each day?
    Are you kind to others when you play?
    I listen to each question
    And answer every one.
    Although I am ashamed to say
    I must say no to some.
    But Santa never scares me;
    He doesn’t even scold.
    He just says, “Try again, my dear,
    You’re a fine lad, I am told.”
    Gee, I like to visit Santa Claus
    When Christmas time is near.
    It’s fun to climb up on his lap
    And whisper in his ear . . .

    By Unknown Author

    Read source at : http://www.dennydavis.net/poemfiles/xmaspoem.htm

  2. Christmas MiracleSnowfall covers the woods this night
    Shimmering in the silvery moonlight,
    The frontier wilderness is silent and still
    Except in the little cabin on the hill.Spirals of smoke from the chimney top
    Float lazily over the iced treetops,
    From every window frosted with snow
    Lamplight cast shadows in a yellowy glow.

    One heavenly star most brightly shined
    Brilliantly it gleamed as one of a kind
    And this special eve in a mild snowfall
    Forest creatures gathered one and all.

    Curious they came under a winter moon,
    Circling the cabin they sensed that soon
    A miracle would pass on this snowy night,
    As long ago in a manger’s candlelight.

    A miracle the pioneers had prayed long for
    Was being delivered from God they adore,
    For a decade they had prayed for this event
    And from a loving God it was sent.

    From the mountaintop to creatures below
    Came a winged angel whiter than snow,
    With wings glittering it circled the little home
    And in the blink of a doe’s eye was gone.

    Suddenly from the cabin arose such a clatter
    God’s creatures thought something the matter
    And though no gifts, frankincense or myrrh
    It was God’s miracle creating the stir.

    A baby was crying on this Christmas morn,
    To The Father’s children a child was born
    And the creatures around knew all was well,
    And returned to the forest as snow softly fell.

    By Kenneth J Ellison

    Read source at : http://www.share-christmas.com/poems/miracle/

  3. MEMORIES OF CHRISTMAS!I recall in memories of years long ago;
    merriment, laughter—playing in snow.A simpler time—when kids knew their place,
    our Lord reigned superior with His love & grace.

    Christmas was not just presents galore—
    we didn’t expect much from our local store.

    There were no malls, no ‘Black Friday’ crowds,
    too many Santas ho-ho-hoing too loud.

    I remember the joy, caroling, and such,
    greetings on streets we welcomed so much.

    After Thanksgiving, decorations were hung,
    and on our radio, “White Christmas” was sung.

    Trees lit in each house with memories to last
    reflecting off white snow as we hurried passed.

    Christmas plays with carols sung at school—
    atheist’s beliefs not the main rule.

    Gathering together with family and friends,
    Mountains of food heartily stuffed in.

    But mostly remembering why we celebrate
    the most precious of holiday dates,

    Remembering why baby Jesus was born
    to free us from sin, misery, and scorn.

    Yes, my memories are that of long, long ago
    learning of Jesus, and why I love Him so.

    By Tamara Hillman

    Read source at : http://www.share-christmas.com/poems/memories/

  4. little treelittle silent Christmas tree
    you are so little
    you are more like a flower
    who found you in the green forest
    and were you very sorry to come away?
    see i will comfort you
    because you smell so sweetly
    i will kiss your cool bark
    and hug you safe and tight
    just as your mother would,
    only don’t be afraid
    look the spangles
    that sleep all the year in a dark box
    dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
    the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,
    put up your little arms
    and i’ll give them all to you to hold
    every finger shall have its ring
    and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy
    then when you’re quite dressed
    you’ll stand in the window for everyone to see
    and how they’ll stare!
    oh but you’ll be very proud
    and my little sister and i will take hands
    and looking up at our beautiful tree
    we’ll dance and sing
    “Noel Noel”

    By E.E.Cummings

    Read source at : http://www.poetry-archive.com/c/little_tree.html#oYlXwpl9ePgzihgK.99

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