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5 Xmas Poems

  1. What Do We Love About Christmas?What do we love about Christmas;
    Does our delight reside in things?
    Or are the feelings in our hearts
    The real gift that Christmas brings.

    It’s seeing those we love,
    And sending Christmas cards, too,
    Appreciating people who bring us joy
    Special people just like you.

    By Joanna Fuchs

    Read source at : http://www.poemsource.com/Christmas-poems.html

  2. Christmas JoysEvergreen boughs that fill our homes
    With fragrant Christmas scents,
    Hearts filled with the loving glow
    That Christmas represents;

    Christmas cookies, turkeys stuffed,
    Festive holly berry,
    Little faces bright with joy,
    Loved ones being merry;

    Parties, songs, beribboned gifts,
    Silver bells that tinkle,
    Christmas trees and ornaments,
    Colorful lights that twinkle;

    Relatives waiting with open arms
    To smile and hug and kiss us;
    These are some of the special joys
    That come along with Christmas.

    By Joanna Fuchs

    Read source at : http://www.poemsource.com/Christmas-poems.html

  3. ‘Christmas Bells’I heard the bells on Christmas Day
    Their old, familiar carols play,
    And wild and sweet
    The words repeat
    Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

    And thought how, as the day had come,
    The belfries of all Christendom
    Had rolled along
    The unbroken song
    Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

    Till, ringing, singing on its way
    The world revolved from night to day,
    A voice, a chime,
    A chant sublime
    Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

    Then from each black, accursed mouth
    The cannon thundered in the South,
    And with the sound
    The Carols drowned
    Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

    And in despair I bowed my head;
    ‘There is no peace on earth,’ I said;
    ‘For hate is strong,
    And mocks the song
    Of peace on earth, good-will to men!’

    Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
    ‘God is not dead; nor doth he sleep!
    The Wrong shall fail,
    The Right prevail,
    With peace on earth, good-will to men!’

    By Henry Wadsworth

    Read source at : https://www.carols.org.uk/christmas_bells_longfellow.htm

  4. ChristmasChristmas is more than a day in December
    It’s all of those things that we love to remember
    Its carolers singing familiar refrains
    Bright colored stockings and shiny toy trains
    Streamers of tinsel and glass satin balls
    Laughter that rings through the house and its halls
    Christmas is more than a day in December
    Its the magic and the love
    That we’ll always remember

    By M.E. Miro

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

  5. At Christmas“A man is at his finest
    towards the finish of the year;
    He is almost what he should be
    when the Christmas season is here;
    Then he’s thinking more of others
    than he’s thought the months before,
    And the laughter of his children
    is a joy worth toiling for.
    He is less a selfish creature than
    at any other time;
    When the Christmas spirit rules him
    he comes close to the sublime.

    When it’s Christmas man is bigger
    and is better in his part;
    He is keener for the service
    that is prompted by the heart.
    All the petty thoughts and narrow
    seem to vanish for awhile
    And the true reward he’s seeking
    is the glory of a smile.
    Then for others he is toiling and
    somehow it seems to me
    That at Christmas he is almost
    what God wanted him to be.

    If I had to paint a picture of a man
    I think I’d wait
    Till he’d fought his selfish battles
    and had put aside his hate.
    I’d not catch him at his labors
    when his thoughts are all of pelf,
    On the long days and the dreary
    when he’s striving for himself.
    I’d not take him when he’s sneering,
    when he’s scornful or depressed,
    But I’d look for him at Christmas
    when he’s shining at his best.

    Man is ever in a struggle
    and he’s oft misunderstood;
    There are days the worst that’s in him
    is the master of the good,
    But at Christmas kindness rules him
    and he puts himself aside
    And his petty hates are vanquished
    and his heart is opened wide.
    Oh, I don’t know how to say it,
    but somehow it seems to me
    That at Christmas man is almost
    what God sent him here to be.”

    By Edgar Guest

    Read source at : http://www.appleseeds.org/Christmas_Guest.htm

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