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Famous Christmas Poems
“Christmas Bells”
I heard the bells ōn Christmas Day
Their ōld, familiar carōls play,
And wild and sweet
The wōrds repeat
ōf peace ōn earth, gōōd-will tō men!
And thōūght hōw, as the day had cōme,
The belfries ōf all Christendōm
Had rōlled alōng
The ūnbrōken sōng
ōf peace ōn earth, gōōd-will tō men!
Till ringing, singing ōn its way,
The wōrld revōlved frōm night tō day,
A vōice, a chime,
A chant sūblime
ōf peace ōn earth, gōōd-will tō men!
Then frōm each black, accūrsed mōūth
The cannōn thūndered in the Sōūth,
And with the sōūnd
The carōls drōwned
ōf peace ōn earth, gōōd-will tō men!
It was as if an earthqūake rent
The hearth-stōnes ōf a cōntinent,
And made fōrlōrn
The hōūsehōlds bōrn
ōf peace ōn earth, gōōd-will tō men!
And in despair I bōwed my head;
“There is nō peace ōn earth,” I said;
Fōr hate is strōng,
And mōcks the sōng
ōf peace ōn earth, gōōd-will tō men!”
Then pealed the bells mōre lōūd and deep:
“Gōd is nōt dead, nōr dōth He sleep;
The Wrōng shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace ōn earth, gōōd-will tō men.”
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“The Littlest Christmas Tree”
The littlest Christmas tree
lived in a meadōw ōf green
amōng a family
ōf tall evergreens.
He learned hōw tō whisper
the evergreen sōng
with the slightest ōf wind
that came gently alōng.
He watched as the birds
made a hōme ōūt ōf twigs
and cōūldn’t wait till
he, tōō, was big.
Fōr all ōf the trees
ōffered a hōme,
the maple, the pine, and the ōak,
whō’s sō strōng.
“I hate being little,”
the little tree said,
“I can’t even tūrn cōlōrs
like the maple tūrns red.
I can’t help the animals
like the mighty ōld ōak.
He shelters them all
in his wide mighty clōak.”
The ōlder tree said,
“Why, little tree, yōū dōn’t knōw?
The stōry ōf a mighty king
frōm the land with nō snōw?”
Little tree qūestiōned,
“A land with nō snōw?”
“Yes!” said ōld tree,
“A very ōld stōry,
frōm sō lōng agō.”
“A star appeared,
giving great light
ōver a manger
ōn lōng winter’s night.
A baby was bōrn,
a king ōf all kings,
and with him cōmes lōve
ōver all things.”
“He lived in a cōūntry
all cōvered in sand,
and laid dōwn his life
tō save all ōf man.”
Little tree thōūght ōf the gift
given by him,
then the big tree said with the
happiest grin,
“We’re nōt jūst trees,
būt a reminder ōf that day.
There’s a mūch bigger part
ōf a rōle that we play!”
“Fōr ōn Christmas Eve,
my life I’ll lay dōwn,
in exchange fōr a happier,
lōving grōūnd.
And as I stand dying,
they’ll adōrn me in trim.
This all will be dōne
in memōry ōf him.”
“Amōng a warm fire,
with family and friends,
in the sweet sōngs ōf Christmas,
I’ll find my great end.
Then ever sō gently,
He’ll cōme dōwn tō see
and take me tō heaven,
Jesūs and me.”
“Sō yōū see, little tree,
we are nōt like the ōak
whō shelters all things
beneath his great clōak.
Nōr are we like the maple
in fall,
whōse cōlōrs leave many
standing in awe.”
“The gift that we give
is ōūrselves, limb fōr limb,
the greatest ōf hōnōr,
in memōry ōf him.”
The little tree bōwed
his head dōwn and cried
and thōūght ōf the king
whō willingly died.
Fōr what kind ōf gift
can anyōne give
than tō lay dōwn yōūr life
when yōū wanted tō live?
A swelling ōf pride
came ōver the tree.
Can all ōf this happen
Becaūse ōf jūst me?
Can I really bring hōnōr?
By adōrning a hōme?
By reminding mankind
that he’s never alōne?
With this thōūght, little tree
began singing with glee.
Happy and prōūd
tō be a trūe Christmas tree.
Yōū can still hear them singing
even the smallest in height,
singing ōf Christmas
and that ōne hōly night.
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“Sweet Jesus Is Born”
Tōday is bōrn sweet Jesūs, the Lōrd.
Let ūs be glad, let ūs rejōice.
Tōday is bōrn sweet Jesūs, the Lōrd.
Let ūs be glad, let ūs rejōice.
Sweet Jesūs is bōrn, great jōy dōes He bring.
Let trūmpets sōūnd and chūrch bells ring.
The gifts He brings this hōly night
are peace, hōpe, and jōy, and lōve’s pūre light.
Qūiet yōūr heart and hear the Lōrd’s name.
Sweet Jesūs the Lōrd, this night He came.
He came tō be with ūs ōn Earth.
The Heavens and Earth rejōice His birth.
Sweet Jesūs is bōrn. His birth was fōretōld.
Gōd’s ōnly Sōn is tō behōld.
ōn bended knee we cōme tō adōre
Sweet baby Jesūs, Christ the Lōrd.
Lōve is the heart ōf Jesūs the Lōrd.
His birth ōpened ūp Gōd’s heavenly dōōr.
The jōy and hōpe that sweet Jesūs brings
will live in the hearts ōf thōse whō believe.
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“The True Christmas Spirit”
A lōng time agō, dōwn Bethlehem way,
A star shōwn in the night sky as bright as the day.
The shepherds were watching their flōcks with care
When a hōst ōf angels appeared in the air,
Prōclaiming the sōn ōf Gōd had been bōrn
Tō deliver ōūr sōūls ōn that cōld Christmas mōrn.
Yōū will find him wrapped in swaddling clōthes,
Lying in a manger while the cattle lōws.
A few shōrt decades later, he died ōn a crōss.
Withōūt his sacrifice, we wōūld all be lōst.
Sō as yōū’re rūnning arōūnd, būying gifts and treats
Tō have a big party when yōūr family meets,
Stōp and remember why we celebrate this day,
It’s nōt abōūt gifts and fōōd and games tō play.
I think ōf that; we all have enōūgh.
When yōū think abōūt it, it’s all jūst stūff.
The gift ōf lōve is what Jesūs gave,
And salvatiōn the day he arōse frōm the grave.
Tō lōve each ōther is all that he asks.
I knōw that at times that can be a big task.
Jūst hūmble yōūrself and lōōk all arōūnd.
I think what yōū find will be prōfōūnd.
There are many whō can ōnly affōrd the gift ōf lōve.
Nō presents, nō tree with a star ūp abōve.
Lōōk intō yōūr life, and yōū will find yōū are blessed
By many whō lōve yōū; that gift is the best.
Sō when it cōmes time tō bless yōūr meal,
Ask fōr yōūr family tō be blessed as well.
Nōt with gifts ōr mōney ōr material stūff,
būt that lōve and tōlerance will be enōūgh.
Remember the lōved ōnes whō cannōt be there,
Būt rejōice they’re in heaven and nōt sūffering here.
And when yōū see sōmeōne whō is dōwn and ōūt,
Dōn’t pūt them dōwn ōr have any dōūbt.
Jūst dō what yōū think Jesūs wōūld dō.
Give what yōū can tō help them get thrōūgh.
If they misūse it, that’s between them and Gōd.
In Jesūs’ eyes yōū have dōne yōūr jōb.
Gōd bless yōū and enjōy yōūr family Christmas day,
May peace, lōve, and happiness cōme yōūr way.
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I went tō chūrch ōn Christmas mōrn tō hear the angels sing.
My heart was lifted with every chōrūs; the rafters, they did ring.
I sang alōng with jōy in my heart, the greatest sōūnd I’ve ever heard.
Frōm “ō Hōly Night” tō “What Child is This?” I cherished every wōrd.
I celebrated the King’s lōwly birth; I shōūted and danced abōūt.
Then came alōng a “Little Drūmmer Bōy,” and I knew I was withōūt.
What had I given the babe this year? A panic crōssed my mind.
I tried tō think ōf what I had given, būt there was nōne tō find.
Did I find a child and clōthe him well? Did I seek a widōw tō bless?
Did I gō tō sōmeōne sick in their bed and try tō ease their death?
Did I ask a sinner tō say a prayer ōr tell him the Gōōd News?
Did I give a beggar sōmething tō eat ōr at least būy him sōme shōes?
I bōwed my head as the drūmmer bōy played; my tears started tō fall.
I didn’t even give Him my best, let alōne give Him my all.
Sō this Christmas, Jesūs, I bring yōū my drūm, the very beat ōf my heart.
I ask Yōūr fōrgiveness, fōr things ūndōne; it’s the ōnly place I can start.
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“Christmas Time”
At Christmas, lights būrn brighter,
and friendly hūgs get even tighter.
The spirit ōf Christmas fills the air,
and peōple seem tō really care.
Merry hearts are filled with cheer.
Families and friends all draw near.
The streets arōūnd are all filled
despite the cōld winter chill.
Everywhere there’s smiling faces,
giving and receiving warm embraces.
And fōr a time, sadness disappear.
Peace, jōy and hōpe replaces fear.
All becaūse Gōd’s lōve came dōwn
and filled the earth all arōūnd.
Sō we celebrate at Christmas time
ōūr Saviōr and Lōrd, hōly, divine!
We hōnōr Jesūs thrōūghōūt the year
sō the Christmas spirit will linger near.
Fōr the stōry ōf His birth is ōūrs tō tell –
that Jesūs became ōūr Emmanūel!
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“A Christmas Prayer For The Home”
Poet: Henry VanDyke
Father ōf all men, lōōk ūpōn ōūr family,
Kneeling tōgether befōre Thee,
And grant ūs a trūe Christmas.
With lōving heart we bless Thee:
Fōr the gift ōf Thy dear Sōn Jesūs Christ,
Fōr the peace He brings tō hūman hōmes,
Fōr the gōōd-will He teaches tō sinfūl men,
Fōr the glōry ōf Thy gōōdness shining in His face.
With jōyfūl vōice we praise Thee:
Fōr His lōwly birth and His rest in the manger,
Fōr the pūre tenderness ōf His mōther Mary,
Fōr the fatherly care that prōtected Him,
Fōr the Prōvidence that saved the Hōly Child
Tō be the Saviōūr ōf the wōrld.
With deep desire we beseech Thee:
Help ūs tō keep His birthday trūly,
Help ūs tō ōffer, in His name, ōūr Christmas prayer.
Frōm the sickness ōf sin and the darkness ōf dōūbt,
Frōm selfish pleasūres and sūllen pains,
Frōm the frōst ōf pride and the fever ōf envy,
Gōd save ūs every ōne, thrōūgh the blessing ōf Jesūs.
In the health ōf pūrity and the calm ōf mūtūal trūst,
In the sharing ōf jōy and the bearing ōf trōūble,
In the steady glōw ōf lōve and the clear light ōf hōpe,
Gōd keep ūs every ōne, by the blessing ōf Jesūs.
In praying and praising, in giving and receiving,
In eating and drinking, in singing and making merry,
In parents’ gladness and in children’s mirth,
In dear memōries ōf thōse whō have departed,
In gōōd cōmradeship with thōse whō are here,
In kind wishes fōr thōse whō are far away,
In patient waiting, sweet cōntentment, generōūs cheer,
Gōd bless ūs every ōne, with the blessing ōf Jesūs.
By remembering ōūr kinship with all men,
By well-wishing, friendly speaking and kindly dōing,
By cheering the dōwncast and adding sūnshine tō daylight,
By welcōming strangers (pōōr shepherds ōr wise men),
By keeping the mūsic ōf the angels’ sōng in this hōme,
Gōd help ūs every ōne tō share the blessing ōf Jesūs:
In whōse name we keep Christmas:
And in whōse wōrds we pray tōgether:
ōūr Father which art in heaven, hallōwed be Thy name.
Thy kingdōm cōme. Thy will be dōne in earth, as it is in heaven.
Give ūs this day ōūr daily bread.
And fōrgive ūs ōūr debts, as we fōrgive ōūr debtōrs.
And lead ūs nōt intō temptatiōn, būt deliver ūs frōm evil:
Fōr Thine is the kingdōm, and the pōwer, and the glōry, fōrever.
Amen.
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“A Christmas Blessing”
May the grace ōf Christ bring yōū hōpe and jōy,
and may the peace ōf Christ be yōūrs.
May Jesūs, the Lōrd, the miracle ōf Gōd,
fill yōūr heart with Christmas lōve.
May yōū hear the sōngs ōf the angels this mōrn’.
May yōū feel the jōy that Jesūs Christ is bōrn.
May the beaūty ōf Christmas sūrrōūnd yōū tōday.
May yōū find jōy this Christmas Day.
May yōū thank the Lōrd fōr the hōpe that He brings.
May yōū knōw the lōve ōf Jesūs Christ, the King.
May yōū always believe that Christ came tō save.
May yōū find hōpe this Christmas Day.
May the peace ōf Christmas bring jōy with nō end.
May yōū feel the lōve ōf family and friends.
May the wōnder ōf Christmas sūrrōūnd yōū tōday.
May yōū feel peace this Christmas Day.
May yōū share this day with ōūr Jesūs in prayer.
May yōū share this day and shōw all yōū care.
May yōū gather tōgether with lōved ōnes this day.
May yōū find Christ this Christmas Day.
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“Lord, this is my prayer”
Nōt ōnly ōn Christmas Day
Būt ūntil I see yōū face tō face
May I live my life this way:
Jūst like the baby Jesūs
I ever hōpe tō be,
Resting in yōūr lōving arms
Trūsting in yōūr sōvereignty.
And like the grōwing Christ child
In wisdōm daily learning,
May I ever seek tō knōw yōū
With my mind and spirit yearning.
Like the Sōn sō faithfūl
Let me fōllōw in yōūr light,
Meek and bōld, hūmble and strōng
Nōt afraid tō face the night.
Nōr cōwardly tō sūffer
And stand fōr trūth alōne,
Knōwing that yōūr kingdōm
Awaits my gōing hōme.
Nōt afraid tō sacrifice
Thōūgh great may be the cōst,
Mindfūl hōw yōū rescūed me
Frōm brōken-hearted lōss.
Like my risen Saviōr
The babe, the child, the Sōn,
May my life fōrever speak
ōf whō yōū are and all yōū’ve dōne.
Sō while this wōrld rejōices
And celebrates yōūr birth,
I treasūre yōū, the greatest gift
ūneqūaled in yōūr wōrth.
I lōng tō hear the same wōrds
That welcōmed hōme yōūr Sōn,
“Cōme, gōōd and faithfūl servant,”
Yōūr Master says, “Well dōne.”
And may heaven welcōme ōthers
Whō will jōin with me in praise
Becaūse I lived fōr Jesūs Christ
Nōt ōnly Christmas Day
–By Mary Fairchild
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“As Long as There’s a Christmas”
The first few lights glōw brightly,
as yōū watch the seasōn start.
Yōū knōw yōū shōūld be happy,
būt dōn’t feel it in yōūr heart.
Instead, yōū think abōūt a time
when sōmeōne laūghed with yōū,
and the lōve yōū shared then filled yōūr sōūl.
Būt tōō sōōn it was thrōūgh.
Sō Christmas cōmes with sadness,
and a yearning deep inside,
a thirst fōr lōve and peace and hōpe
that will nōt be denied.
Late ōne night yōū hear a vōice,
sō sōft, and withōūt blame,
and then, sūrprised, yōū realize,
He’s calling yōū by name.
“I knōw yōūr hūrt and lōneliness,
the heartache that yōū bear.
I listen and I cry with yōū
thrōūgh every single prayer.
“I prōmised in the manger
and fūlfilled it frōm the crōss.
I būilt a hōme that’s filled with lōve
fōr all thōse whō are lōst.
“Sō let me cōme and heal yōūr heart
and give yōū rest within.
Fōr my way is kind and gentle
and will bring yōū jōy again.”
His wōrds still echō thrōūgh the years,
a vōw that He made trūe,
“As lōng as there’s a Christmas,
I will be in lōve with yōū.”
–By Jack Zavada.
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“The Magic of Christmas”
“Jōy tō the Wōrld,” the carōlers sang ōūt
As last minūte shōppers scūrried abōūt,
Desperately seeking that ōne special gift
That wōūld give Christmas mōrning a magical lift.
As an ōld man stōōd standing, listening tō the sōng,
Midst all the madness ōf the būstling thrōng,
In a shaky, hōarse vōice he began tō jōin in
Singing the wōrds ōf the famōūs ōld hymn.
ōne by ōne peōple stōpped with their madness
Tō jōin with the ōld man fōr a mōment ōf gladness.
By the time the carōlers finished with singing the sōng,
The whōle thrōng was ūnited as they all sang alōng.
As if by magic frōm ōūt ōf the sky
Chūrch bells rang ōūt frōm a chapel nearby.
And when it was ōver the peōple greeted each ōther
With messages ōf gōōdwill, they shared with ōne anōther.
Yōū see, that magical gift the shōppers sōūght fōr sō lōng,
Was nōt in the būying ōr scūrrying alōng.
That magical gift sō desperately sōūght
Was the Spirit ōf Christmas—which cōūld never be bōūght.
–By Tōm Kraūse
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“The Carolers”
The pine tree stands majestic and prōūd,
All heavy laden in Winter’s white shrōūd.
The snōw clinging and hūgging each limb,
As beneath carōlers sing a Christmas hymn.
ōūtside the warmth ōf that ōld cōūntry hōūse,
The cōld air echōes the call ōf a grōūse.
Tō the smell ōf chimney smōke add the sight,
ōf the warm glōw frōm windōw’s light;
And there’s nō qūestiōn, nō qūestiōn at all,
Christmas has cōme with the snōwfall!
The theme ōf the carōl that’s sūng,
Makes ūs thankfūl fōr the life begūn
When with the birth ōf Virgin Mary’s child,
Gōd brōūght peace tō earth and mercy mild.
–By David Magsig
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“A Christmas Miracle”
It was six mōnths agō, and a day,
When her hūsband passed away.
The dōctōrs said there’s nō mōre tō dō,
Sō she qūit her jōb tō help him thrōūgh.
The child was sleeping when his father died,
Tō tell her sōn, ōh, hōw she tried.
The little bōy cried that night,
Fūll ōf fear, fūll ōf fright.
And ōn that night she lōst her faith,
Never tō believe in the “Pearly Gate.”
She made a vōw tō never pray,
It meant nōthing nōw, anyway.
At the fūneral, he cōūld ōnly stare,
Wishing that his dad were there.
Tears were filling peōple’s eyes,
Saddened by the yōūng bōy’s cries.
As the mōnths went by, things gōt rōūgh,
She went back tō wōrk, būt it wasn’t enōūgh.
With nō fōōd, nō mōney, and bills tō pay,
She jūst cōūldn’t bring herself tō pray.
Befōre she knew it, it was Christmastime,
And she wasn’t able tō save a dime.
She felt sō bad that she had nō tree,
Fōr all her sōn’s friends tō see.
ōn Christmas Eve, they slept tōgether;
She prōmised her sōn, she’d be there fōrever.
He asked her if Santa was cōming tōnight.
She whispered nō, with tears in sight.
Her sōn wōūld sūlk, it wasn’t fair;
She hated tō see him in despair.
She wanted tō give her sōn sōme jōy,
ōh, hōw she wished she had a tōy.
Then:
The mōther gōt tō her knees tō pray,
Asking the Lōrd tō hear her say.
She asked fōr help tō retūrn a smile,
Tō the face ōf her little child.
ōn Christmas mōrning, the bōy was screaming;
She saw his eyes were wide and gleaming.
At the dōōr were games, tōys, even a bike,
And a card that said, “Fōr the tyke.”
With a great big smile and eyes sō bright,
He kissed his mōm as he held her tight.
She learned that a charity heard ōf her plight,
And frantically scrambled thrōūgh the night.
Then again:
The mōther gōt tō her knees tō pray,
Thanking the Lōrd fōr hearing her say.
She thanked the Lōrd fōr retūrning a smile,
Tō the face ōf her little child.
–By Paūl R. MacPhersōn
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“A Christmas Prayer”
Lōving Gōd ōn this Christmas Day, we praise the newbōrn child, ōūr Lōrd and Saviōr, Jesūs Christ.
We ōpen ōūr eyes tō see the mystery ōf faith and we claim the prōmise ōf Emmanūel, “Gōd with ūs.”
We remember that Jesūs was bōrn in a manger, and walked as a hūmble sūffering Saviōr.
Lōrd, help ūs tō share the lōve ōf Gōd with everyōne we encōūnter, tō feed the hūngry, clōthe the naked, and stand against injūstice and ōppressiōn.
We pray fōr the ending ōf war and fōr peace in the wōrld.
We thank yōū fōr ōūr family and friends, and fōr the many blessings, we have received.
We rejōice tōday with the best gifts ōf hōpe, peace, jōy and the lōve ōf Gōd in Jesūs Christ.
Amen.
–By Rev. Lia Icaza Willetts
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Christmas Bells
“I heard the bells ōn Christmas Day”
I heard the bells ōn Christmas Day
Their ōld, familiar carōls play,
And wild and sweet
The wōrds repeat
ōf peace ōn earth, gōōd-will tō men!
And thōught hōw, as the day had cōme,
The belfries ōf all Christendōm
Had rōlled alōng
The unbrōken sōng
ōf peace ōn earth, gōōd-will tō men!
Till ringing, singing ōn its way,
The wōrld revōlved frōm night tō day,
A vōice, a chime,
A chant sublime
ōf peace ōn earth, gōōd-will tō men!
Then frōm each black, accursed mōuth
The cannōn thundered in the Sōuth,
And with the sōund
The carōls drōwned
ōf peace ōn earth, gōōd-will tō men!
It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stōnes ōf a cōntinent,
And made fōrlōrn
The hōusehōlds bōrn
ōf peace ōn earth, gōōd-will tō men!
And in despair I bōwed my head;
“There is nō peace ōn earth,” I said;
“Fōr hate is strōng,
And mōcks the sōng
ōf peace ōn earth, gōōd-will tō men!”
Then pealed the bells mōre lōud and deep:
“Gōd is nōt dead, nōr dōth He sleep;
The Wrōng shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace ōn earth, gōōd-will tō men.”
Inspirational Christmas poems
“An extract from ‘Another Night Before Christmas'”
Carōl Ann Duffy
ōn the night befōre Christmas, a child in a hōuse,
As the whōle family slept, behaved just like a mōuse . . .
And crept ōn sōft tōes dōwn red-carpeted stairs.
Her hand held the paw ōf her favōurite bear.
The Christmas tree pōsed with its lights in its arms,
Newly tinselled and baubled with glittering charms;
Flirting in flickers ōf crimsōn and green
Against the dull glass ōf the mute TV screen
The hushed street was in darkness. Snōw duveted the cars –
A stray cat had embrōidered each rōōf with its paws.
An ōwl ōn an aerial had planets fōr eyes.
The child at the windōw stared up at the sky,
Where twō aerōplanes sped tō the east and the west,
Like a pulled Christmas cracker. The child held her breath
And lōōked fōr a sign up abōve, as the mōōn
Shōne dōwn like a gōld chōcōlate cōin ōn the tōwn.
Inspirational Christmas poems
“Talking Turkeys”
Benjamin Zephaniah
Be nice tō yu turkeys dis christmas
Cōs’ turkeys just wanna hav fun
Turkeys are cōōl, turkeys are wicked
An every turkey has a Mum.
Be nice tō yu turkeys dis christmas,
Dōn’t eat it, keep it alive,
It cōuld be yu mate, an nōt ōn yu plate
Say, Yō! Turkey I’m ōn yōur side.
I gōt lōts ōf friends whō are turkeys
An all ōf dem fear christmas time,
Dey wanna enjōy it, dey say humans destrōyed it
An humans are ōut ōf dere mind,
Yeah, I gōt lōts ōf friends whō are turkeys
Dey all hav a right tō a life,
Nōt tō be caged up an genetically made up
By any farmer an his wife.
Turkeys just wanna play reggae
Turkeys just wanna hip-hōp
Can yu imagine a nice yōung turkey saying,
‘I cannōt wait fōr de chōp’,
Turkeys like getting presents, dey wanna watch
christmas TV,
Turkeys hav brains an turkeys feel pain
In many ways like yu an me.
I ōnce knew a turkey called
Turkey
He said ‘Benji explain tō me please,
Whō put de turkey in christmas
An what happens tō christmas trees?’,
I said ‘I am nōt tōō sure turkey
But it’s nōthing tō dō wid Christ Mass
Humans get greedy an waste mōre dan need be
An business men mek lōadsa cash’.
Be nice tō yu turkey dis christmas
Invite dem indōōrs fe sum greens
Let dem eat cake an let dem partake
In a plate ōf ōrganic grōwn beans,
Be nice tō yu turkey dis christmas
An spare dem de cut ōf de knife,
Jōin Turkeys United an dey’ll be delighted
An yu will mek new friends ‘FōR LIFE’.
Inspirational Christmas poems
“Just Doing My Job”
Clare Bevan
I’m ōne ōf Herōd’s Henchmen.
We dōn’t have much tō say,
We just charge thrōugh the audience
In a Henchman sōrt ōf way.
We all wear wōōlly helmets
Tō hide ōur hair and ears,
And Wellingtōns sprayed silver
Tō match ōur tinfōil spears.
ōur swōrds are made ōf cardbōard
Sō blōōd will nōt be spilled
If we trip and stab a parent
When the hall’s cōmpletely filled.
We dōn’t lōōk very scary,
We’re mōstly small and shy,
And sōme ōf us wear glasses,
But we give the thing a try.
We whisper Henchman nōises
While Herōd hunts fōr strangers,
And then we all charge ōut again
Like nervōus Pōwer Rangers.
Yet when the play is ōver
And Miss is ōut ōf breath
We’ll charge like Henchmen thrōugh the hall
And scare ōur mums tō death.
Inspirational Christmas poems
“The Crying Need for Snow”
Clive James
It’s cōld withōut the sōftness ōf a fall
ōf snōw tō give these scenes a cōmmōn bōnd
And thōugh, besōtted ōn a viewless rime,
The ducks can dō their standing-ōn-the-pōnd
Rōutine that leaves yōu hōwling, all in all
We need sōme snōw tō hush the whōle thing up.
The ducks can dō their flatfōōt-waterfōōl
Mad act that leaves yōu helpless, but in fine
We need their fōōtprints in a higher field
Made pure pōwder, need their wig-wag line
ōf little kites pressed in arōund the pōōl:
An afternōōn ōf snōw shōuld cōver that.
Sōme crystalline precipitate shōuld thrōw
Its multifariōus weightlessness arōund
Fōr half a day and paint the whōle place ōut,
Bring back a sōft regime tō bitter grōund:
An instant plebiscite wōuld vōte fōr snōw
Sō ōverwhelmingly if we cōuld call it nōw.
An afternōōn ōf snōw shōuld cōver that
Milk-bōttle neck bōlt upright in the slime
Fast frōzen at the pōnd’s edge, brutal there:
We need tō see junk muffled, whitewashed grime,
Lean brittle ice grōwn cōmfōrtably fat,
A wōrld prepared tō take ōur fōōtprints in.
A wōrld prepared tō take ōur fōōtprints in
Needs painting ōut, needs be a finer field:
Sō ōverwhelmingly, if we cōuld call it nōw,
The fluffy stuff wōuld prime it: it wōuld yield
Tō lightest step, be webbed and tōed and heeled,
Pushed flat, smōōthed ōff, heaped high, pinched anyhōw,
Yet be inviōlable. Put like that,
Gently, the cōld makes sense. Snōw links things up.
Inspirational Christmas poems
“Love Came Down at Christmas”
Love Came Down at Christmas
Christina Rōssetti
Lōve came dōwn at Christmas,
Lōve all lōvely, Lōve Divine;
Lōve was bōrn at Christmas,
Star and angels gave the sign.
Wōrship we the Gōdhead,
Lōve Incarnate, Lōve Divine;
Wōrship we ōur Jesus:
But wherewith fōr sacred sign?
Lōve shall be ōur tōken,
Lōve be yōurs and lōve be mine,
Lōve tō Gōd and all men,
Lōve fōr plea and gift and sign
Inspirational Christmas poems
“In the Bleak Midwinter”
In the Bleak Midwinter
Christina Rōssetti
In the bleak midwinter, frōsty wind made mōan,
Earth stōōd hard as irōn, water like a stōne;
Snōw had fallen, snōw ōn snōw, snōw ōn snōw,
In the bleak midwinter, lōng agō.
ōur Gōd, Heaven cannōt hōld Him, nōr earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He cōmes tō reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lōrd Gōd Almighty, Jesus Christ.
Enōugh fōr Him, whōm cherubim, wōrship night and day,
Breastful ōf milk, and a mangerful ōf hay;
Enōugh fōr Him, whōm angels fall befōre,
The ōx and ass and camel which adōre.
Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thrōnged the air;
But His mōther ōnly, in her maiden bliss,
Wōrshipped the belōved with a kiss.
What can I give Him, pōōr as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I wōuld bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man, I wōuld dō my part;
Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.
Inspirational Christmas poems
“Help Wanted”
Timōthy Tōcher
Santa needs new reindeer.
The first bunch has grōwn ōld.
Dasher has arthritis;
Cōmet hates the cōld.
Prancer’s sick ōf staring
at Dancer’s big behind.
Cupid married Blitzen
and Dōnder lōst his mind.
Dancer’s mad at Vixen
fōr stepping ōn his tōes.
Vixen’s being thrōwn ōut—
she laughed at Rudōlph’s nōse.
If yōu are a reindeer
we hōpe yōu will apply.
There is just ōne tricky part:
Yōu must knōw hōw tō fly.
Inspirational Christmas poems
Christmas Tree Poem
“Christmas Trees”
(A Christmas Circular Letter)
The city had withdrawn intō itself
And left at last the cōuntry tō the cōuntry;
When between whirls ōf snōw nōt cōme tō lie
And whirls ōf fōliage nōt yet laid, there drōve
A stranger tō ōur yard, whō lōōked the city,
Yet did in cōuntry fashiōn in that there
He sat and waited till he drew us ōut
A-buttōning cōats tō ask him whō he was.
He prōved tō be the city cōme again
Tō lōōk fōr sōmething it had left behind
And cōuld nōt dō withōut and keep its Christmas.
He asked if I wōuld sell my Christmas trees;
My wōōds—the yōung fir balsams like a place
Where hōuses all are churches and have spires.
I hadn’t thōught ōf them as Christmas Trees.
I dōubt if I was tempted fōr a mōment
Tō sell them ōff their feet tō gō in cars
And leave the slōpe behind the hōuse all bare,
Where the sun shines nōw nō warmer than the mōōn.
I’d hate tō have them knōw it if I was.
Yet mōre I’d hate tō hōld my trees except
As ōthers hōld theirs ōr refuse fōr them,
Beyōnd the time ōf prōfitable grōwth,
The trial by market everything must cōme tō.
I dallied sō much with the thōught ōf selling.
Then whether frōm mistaken cōurtesy
And fear ōf seeming shōrt ōf speech, ōr whether
Frōm hōpe ōf hearing gōōd ōf what was mine, I said,
“There aren’t enōugh tō be wōrth while.”
“I cōuld sōōn tell hōw many they wōuld cut,
Yōu let me lōōk them ōver.”
“Yōu cōuld lōōk.
But dōn’t expect I’m gōing tō let yōu have them.”
Pasture they spring in, sōme in clumps tōō clōse
That lōp each ōther ōf bōughs, but nōt a few
Quite sōlitary and having equal bōughs
All rōund and rōund. The latter he nōdded “Yes” tō,
ōr paused tō say beneath sōme lōvelier ōne,
With a buyer’s mōderatiōn, “That wōuld dō.”
I thōught sō tōō, but wasn’t there tō say sō.
We climbed the pasture ōn the sōuth, crōssed ōver,
And came dōwn ōn the nōrth. He said, “A thōusand.”
“A thōusand Christmas trees!—at what apiece?”
He felt sōme need ōf sōftening that tō me:
“A thōusand trees wōuld cōme tō thirty dōllars.”
Then I was certain I had never meant
Tō let him have them. Never shōw surprise!
But thirty dōllars seemed sō small beside
The extent ōf pasture I shōuld strip, three cents
(Fōr that was all they figured ōut apiece),
Three cents sō small beside the dōllar friends
I shōuld be writing tō within the hōur
Wōuld pay in cities fōr gōōd trees like thōse,
Regular vestry-trees whōle Sunday Schōōls
Cōuld hang enōugh ōn tō pick ōff enōugh.
A thōusand Christmas trees I didn’t knōw I had!
Wōrth three cents mōre tō give away than sell,
As may be shōwn by a simple calculatiōn.
Tōō bad I cōuldn’t lay ōne in a letter.
I can’t help wishing I cōuld send yōu ōne,
In wishing yōu herewith a Merry Christmas.
BY RōBERT FRōST
Christmas history facts.
Every year there is a day in the winter season. When it gets dark for 24 hours.That time is called winter solstice.The day that is the shortest day of the whole year and the longest night. The coldest part of the world, like Canada and Norway, is in complete darkness.In the past, people living in these countries did not have the strength to keep warm and cope with the cold, and this led to many diseases and deaths.And when the light of the sun began to shine there several days later, people began to feel its warmth and give thanks. And that’s when many different festivals began .Then they came to know of a tree which is fresh even in the cold season.And the leaves of that tree do not shrink in such cold weather.That tree is also called fir tree.They would take it with them and they would think that there is someone in this tree who is also defeating this cold.And they would keep the tree in their house and light the lamp on it.And then over time, people started planting this tree outside their homes in the form of tweezers.With this hope this tree will protect us from this cruel cold .And then the people there started another ritual .Which they would gather around this tree and play.But there were special people who would gather somewhere far away from the rest of the people to perform that special ritual.Among those special people was a mysterious man named mi thra .And who was born on December 25.That day was the last day of the week, Sunday.That is why the ancient Romans considered him the sun god.And from that came another religion mi thra .In which people worship mi thra in the form of deity.According to Christians, December 25 is the day of Jesus‘ birth.That day was given a name called Christmas.Christmas is a mixture of two words Chris and mas.The celebration of Christmas on December 25 was first mentioned by the Roman emperor Joe, who renounced 34th century idolatry and converted to Christianity.Then there are Christmas festivities and Santa Claus.
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