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A Catastrophe by Susie M. Best
A nice kid’s Christmas poem written by Susie M. Best
If old Kriss Kringle should forget To travel Christmas eve,
I tell you now,
I think next day
The little folks would grieve.
There wouldn’t be a single toy,
A single box or book,
And not a bit of candy in
Their stockings when they’d look
Because, you see,
Kriss Kringle has A “corner” on these things,
‘Tis he, and he alone, who in
The night our presents brings.
Then let us all try to avert This sad catastrophe,
And hope Kriss Kringle may at least Remember you and me.
A Christmas Carol by Christina Rossetti
In The bleak mid-winter
Frosty winds made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone Snow had fallen,
snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter, Long ago.
Heaven cannot hold Him Nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away
When he comes to reign:
In the bleak mid-winter
A stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty
A Christmas Gift By Mabel L. Pray
It seems that dear old Santa Claus
One day in old November
Received a note from Dottie D.,
With words and phrases tender,
In which she asked the dear old man
With many words of warning,
To bring her a new Paris doll On the next
Just as he started for his sleigh
One eve, in old December,
He turned to Mistress
Santa Claus And said, “Did you remember
About that fine new
Paris doll For wee
Dot in the city? I must not fail to take that gift,
‘Twould be a dreadful pity.”
It was early in the morning,
One day in old December;
A very happy, joyous day
That children all remember,
When Santa, on his mission fleet,
To the nursery came creeping,
And left the fine new
Paris doll Among the others, sleeping.
The holly and the mistletoe
Were bright this winter morning;
One stocking filled from top to toe
The mantel was adorning.
A Christmas tree hung full with gifts,
While underneath, reposing
On an upholstered rocking chair,
The Paris doll was dozing.
Then suddenly from out the gloom
Dot’s other dolls came peeping,
Their hair uncombed, their dresses torn,
And noses red with weeping;
They talked in whispers soft and low,
But tones that grew quite scornful,
About the fate that was to greet
This stranger, sad and mournful.
There were Annabel and Bessie,
That came one cold December;
They hobbled round with broken backs
From falling on the fender.
Then Tommy, Grace, and baby Ruth,
All came one birthday party,
And Rose and Don a year ago,
With Santa Claus so hearty.
They all assembled round the tree,
And then with manners shocking
They pinched and shook the Paris doll,
And cried in words so mocking – “Why, don’t you know, you stupid thing,
Dot won’t care for another,
She has received this Christmas morn A dear, sweet baby brother!”
Religious Christmas Poem
Advice From Poor Robin’s Almanac By Anonymous Author
Now that the time has come wherein
Our Savior Christ was born,
The larder’s full of beef and pork,
The granary’s full of corn,
As God hath plenty to thee sent,
Take comfort of thy labors,
And let it never thee repent
To feed thy needy neighbors.
Christmas poems for children to recite
Christmas Child A short Christmas poem for kids by Mary E. Carpio
Turn your eyes this Christmas
To the Child who was born
He came into the world
Only to find sorrow and scorn
He knew we needed a Savior
To set us free from sin
No other way to redemption
But to open your heart to Him
Remember this Christmas season,
Material things cannot satisfy
They are but temporary
They disappear and die
But the love of our Savior
A gift that lives eternally
He is that brightest Star
Which shines upon the tree!
Christmas Gift A fun Christmas poetry By Maureen
The gifts I’d leave beneath your tree,
Aren’t those that you can touch or see,
Not wrapped in Christmas tissue gay
But gifts to bless you every day
The gift of friendship warm and true,
Is one that I would leave for you
Good health and happiness and cheer
To keep you smiling through the year
The gift of peace that comes from God,
With prayer to guide each path you trod
And when your heart has lost its song
The gift of hope to cheer you on
These are the gifts I’d leave for you
Christmas Is Coming A Christmas By Anonymous
Christmas is coming,
The geese are getting fat
Please put a penny
In the old man’s hat
If you haven’t got a penny
A ha’penny will do;
If you haven’t got a ha’penny
Then God bless you!
Wonderful Christmas Poem
Christmas Presents A children’s Christmas by Anonymous
Every year Grandma gets a tin of talcum powder.
She always says, ‘Ah my favorite!’
Even before she opens the wrapping
Grandpa always says, ‘Well, I know what’s in here.
Its two pairs of socks. Just what I wanted!’
This year, Aunti Vi had an umbrella in an umbrella-shaped parcel,
I mean, it looked just like an umbrella.
And, before Aunti Vi pulled the paper off,
She said to Mum, ‘It will match that new coat of mine.’
As for Mum and Dad,
they just sat there and said,
‘We’ve given each other a joint present this year
It’s a digital clock radio for our bedroom.’
Do you know, they didn’t even bother to wrap it up and put it under the tree!
At the end, when everything had been given out,
Mum said, ‘We mustn’t forget the gift-vouchers from Debbie and Jim.
We sent them a cheque for the same amount.
We always do.’ I call that a bit unimaginative, don’t you?
Maybe, when you come to think about it, Grown-ups need
Father Christmas far more than children do.
Dear Santa A cute poem for kids this Christmas by Stephanie Sanchez
I wrote a letter to Santa the other day
I told him what
I wanted for Christmas
I didn’t say diamonds
I didn’t say gold Or chocolates or riches
I said I wanted you
I want you here with me
Right next to my side
Giving me the love you always gave me
I want you to hold me in your arms and never let me go
I want your eyes to look into
I want to feel your heart beat
I want to hear your voice
I want to feel your touch
I wantt you for Christmas
So Santa please,
Send me the love of my life
M Christmas wish is him,
All to myself
And nothing to tear us apart, again.