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7 Christmas Poems For Children

  1. The Little Christmas CarollersWe are a band of carollers,
    We march through frost and snow,
    But care not for the weather
    As on our way we go.
    At every hall or cottage
    That stands upon our way,
    We stop to give the people
    Best wishes for the day.
    We pray a merry Christmas,
    Made bright by Christmas cheer,
    With peace, and hope, and gladness
    And all they may hold dear.
    And for all those that happen
    To pass us on our way
    We have a smile, and wish them
    A merry Christmas-day.

    By L.A. Franc

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  2. Christmas EveOh, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul,
    The evening shades are falling,–
    Hush thee, my dear, dost thou not hear
    The voice of the Master calling?
    Deep lies the snow upon the earth,
    But all the sky is ringing
    With joyous song, and all night long
    The stars shall dance, with singing.
    Oh, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul,
    And close thine eyes in dreaming,
    And angels fair shall lead thee where
    The singing stars are beaming.
    A shepherd calls his little lambs,
    And he longeth to caress them;
    He bids them rest upon his breast,
    That his tender love may bless them.
    So, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul,
    Whilst evening shades are falling,
    And above the song of the heavenly throng
    Thou shalt hear the Master calling.

    By Eugene Field

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  3. December
    While snow the window-panes bedim,
    The fire curls up a sunny charm,
    Where, creaming o’er the pitcher’s rim,
    The flowering ale is set to warm;
    Mirth, full of joy as summer bees,
    Sits there, its pleasures to impart,
    And children, ‘tween their parent’s knees,
    Sing scraps of carols o’er by heart.And some, to view the winter weathers,
    Climb up the window-seat with glee,
    Likening the snow to falling feathers,
    In fancy infant ecstasy;
    Laughing, with superstitious love,
    O’er visions wild that youth supplies,
    Of people pulling geese above,
    And keeping Christmas in the skies.As tho’ the homestead trees were drest,
    In lieu of snow, with dancing leaves,
    As tho’ the sun-dried martin’s nest,
    Instead of ickles, hung the eaves,
    The children hail the happy day –
    As if the snow were April’s grass,
    And pleas’d, as ‘neath the warmth of May,
    Sport o’er the water froze as glass.

    By John Clare

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  4. December is a special month
    It fills us with much glee
    In the whole year it’s the only month
    That has a letter DIt has a different elfabet
    Which is kinda weird
    It’s called Noel coz there is no L,
    It’s just completely disappearedLooking at the chimney, we remember,
    He who enters without opening doors
    It’s next door’s bloomin’ beach-loving cat
    We call him Sandy ClawsTo next door’s penguin we always sing
    “Freeze a jolly good fellow” coz he’s nice
    They also have a duck, which is handy
    For quacking all the iceThe woman next door stole a calendar
    She got 12 months, when the police caught her
    She wanted Christmas candles that burn longer?
    Silly woman…all candles burn shorter

    She was arrested for doing Christmas shopping early
    It’s against the law
    She should have waited until the shop opened
    Instead of doing it before

    The man next door, in his garden
    Thinks it’s funny to go Ho, Ho, Ho
    It was funny when he fell over backwards
    And yelped Oh, Oh, Oh

    My Dad says Santa comes down the chimney
    Just coz it soots him
    He has to get fit for doing deliveries
    But he doesn’t go to the Gym

    He goes to the Chimnasium
    With Mary, his wife
    Oh yes, Mary Christmas
    Is the love of his life

    Anyhoo, enough, already
    This is too long a silly rhyme
    Any longer and you’ll still be reading it
    Come choccie egg eating time

    By Jon Bratton

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  5. Wash your hands, or else the fire
    Will not teend[D] to your desire;
    Unwashed hands, ye maidens, know,
    Dead the fire, though ye blow.

    By Robert Herrick

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  6. Sings of Christmas
    When on the barn’s thatch’d roof is seen
    The moss in tufts of liveliest green;
    When Roger to the wood pile goes,
    And, as he turns, his fingers blows;
    When all around is cold and drear,
    Be sure that Christmas-tide is near.

    When up the garden walk in vain
    We seek for Flora’s lovely train;
    When the sweet hawthorn bower is bare,
    And bleak and cheerless is the air;
    When all seems desolate around,
    Christmas advances o’er the ground.

    When Tom at eve comes home from plough,
    And brings the mistletoe’s green bough,
    With milk-white berries spotted o’er,
    And shakes it the sly maids before,
    Then hangs the trophy up on high,
    Be sure that Christmas-tide is nigh.

    When Hal, the woodman, in his clogs,
    Bears home the huge unwieldly logs,
    That, hissing on the smould’ring fire,
    Flame out at last a quiv’ring spire;
    When in his hat the holly stands,
    Old Christmas musters up his bands.

    When cluster’d round the fire at night,
    Old William talks of ghost and sprite,
    And, as a distant out-house gate
    Slams by the wind, they fearful wait,
    While some each shadowy nook explore,
    Then Christmas pauses at the door.

    When Dick comes shiv’ring from the yard,
    And says the pond is frozen hard,
    While from his hat, all white with snow,
    The moisture, trickling, drops below,
    While carols sound, the night to cheer,
    Then Christmas and his train are here.

    By Edwin Lees

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  7. A CHILDERMAS RHYMEBABES in the wood
    Babes in the tower,
    Babes killed at Childermas
    In an evil hour,
    Babe safe in Egypt
    From the tyrant’s power,
    Wicked uncles, wicked kings,
    Robbers counting chains and rings,
    Wicked kings who killed for greed,
    A good thief who stole for need,
    Herod gone and Crookback sped,
    The old villainous uncle dead,
    When the Babe is crowned a King
    That good thief will find his meed
    In a green place where robins sing,
    Where the holy babes and meek
    In the wood play hide-and-seek.

    By R. L. GALES

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