Best Christmas Poems
Journeying to Bethlehem, a long and tiring trekEvery bed was full that night, no matter where they checkedStable is empty, someone said, a place to lay your headUntil a baby was born in there, a manger for a bedSomeone special and holy, the angels all saidChristened Emmanuel, a name chosen by GodHow noble for one born in a situation so oddRemembered now in prayers and churches all around the worldImmortalized in stories and songs learned by every boy and girlSacrificed upon the cross to forgive us all our sinsThe Son of God who was born for us, who died and was born again– unknownRelated: 35 Cheery Christmas Nail Design Ideas To Get Into the Holiday Spirit2. The First Christmas
Though the presents are shiny and the paper is brightAnd it is hard to wait through the long and cold nightTo open them all the very next dayAnd bring out the wonderful new toys to playIt is important that we all rememberWhy it is we give gifts at the end of DecemberWhy it is we all gather and joyously sing:To celebrate the birth of our Savior and King– unknown
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4. Christmas Bells
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Celebration of the birth of ChristHe who is the SaviorResting in a manger, in a bed of hayIn the light of the Christmas star shining above, showing the wayShepherds and kings all followed the light to pay tribute to HimTo leave gifts at his feet and acknowledge their KingMary’s son, and the Son of GodA man, too, and mortal, able to die for our sins, and soSave us from ourselves, and grant us eternal life and light– unknown
6. Winter Time
Late lies the wintry sun a-bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; Blinks but an hour or two; and then, A blood-red orange, sets again. Before the stars have left the skies,At morning in the dark I rise; And shivering in my nakedness, By the cold candle, bathe and dress. Close by the jolly fire I sit To warm my frozen bones a bit;Or with a reindeer-sled, explore The colder countries round the door. When to go out, my nurse doth wrap Me in my comforter and cap; The cold wind burns my face, and blowsIt's frosty pepper up my nose. Black are my steps on silver sod; Thick blows my frosty breath abroad; And tree and house, and hill and lake, Are frosted like a wedding cake.– Robert Lewis StevensonRelated: 'Twas the Night Before Christmas: The Story and Trivia Behind the Beloved Classic Holiday Tale
Tonight, I look up at the stars in the skyAnd remember another star, from days long gone byThat shone oh so brightly, to show men the wayTo a small baby laid in a manger of hayThis baby was sweet, all shiny and new,But he means so much more to me and to youWe know him as Jesus Christ or EmmanuelAnd his story is one we have long loved to tellBecause it is a story of the best of manOf mercy and sacrifice and God’s all-knowing planIt is a story of love beyond measureOf a Father who gave us His most precious treasureI think of all this, as I look at the starsI think about the love of this God of oursAnd I close my eyes and cross myself, and I prayThat I will remember this love every day– unknown8. Music On Christmas Morning
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The kings they came from out the south,All dressed in ermine fine;They bore Him gold and chrysoprase,And gifts of precious wine.The shepherds came from out the north,Their coats were brown and old;They brought Him little new-born lambs—They had not any gold.The wise men came from out the east,And they were wrapped in white;The star that led them all the wayDid glorify the night.The angels came from heaven high,And they were clad with wings;And lo, they brought a joyful songThe host of heaven sings.The kings they knocked upon the door,The wise men entered in,The shepherds followed after themTo hear the song begin.The angels sang through all the nightUntil the rising sun,But little Jesus fell asleepBefore the song was done.– Sara TeasdaleRelated: Christmas Carols10. Mistletoe
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Awake, glad heart! get up and sing!It is the birth-day of thy King.Awake! awake!The Sun doth shakeLight from his locks, and all the wayBreathing perfumes, doth spice the day.Awake, awake! hark how th’ wood rings;Winds whisper, and the busy springsA concert make;Awake! awake!Man is their high-priest, and should riseTo offer up the sacrifice.I would I were some bird, or star,Flutt’ring in woods, or lifted farAbove this innAnd road of sin!Then either star or bird should beShining or singing still to thee.I would I had in my best partFit rooms for thee! or that my heartWere so clean asThy manger was!But I am all filth, and obscene;Yet, if thou wilt, thou canst make clean.Sweet Jesu! will then. Let no moreThis leper haunt and soil thy door!Cure him, ease him,O release him!And let once more, by mystic birth,The Lord of life be born in earth.– Henry Vaughan
12. In The Bleak Midwinter
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,In the bleak midwinter, long ago.Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain;Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.In the bleak midwinter, a stable place sufficedThe Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.Enough for Him, whom cherubim, worship night and day,Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay;Enough for Him, whom angels fall before,The ox and ass and camel which adore.Angels and archangels may have gathered there,Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;But His mother only, in her maiden bliss,Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.What can I give Him, poor as I am?If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.
Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.“Now they are all on their knees,”An elder said as we sat in a flockBy the embers in hearthside ease.We pictured the meek mild creatures whereThey dwelt in their strawy pen,Nor did it occur to one of us thereTo doubt they were kneeling then.So fair a fancy few would weaveIn these years! Yet, I feel,If someone said on Christmas Eve,“Come; see the oxen kneel,“In the lonely barton by yonder coombOur childhood used to know,”I should go with him in the gloom,Hoping it might be so.– Thomas Hardy14. Christmas Mail
Cards in each mailbox,angel, manger, star and lamb,as the rural carrier,driving the snowy roads,hears from her bundlesthe plaintive bleating of sheep,the shuffle of sandals,the clopping of camels.At stop after stop,she opens the little tin doorand places deep in the shadowsthe shepherds and wise men,the donkeys lank and weary,the cow who chews and muses.And from her Styrofoam cup,white as a star and perchedon the dashboard, leading herever into the distance,there is a hint of hazelnut,and then a touch of myrrh.– Ted KooserRelated: Festive Front Porch Decorations for Christmas
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