Christmas Poems


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Christmas Poems....

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When Snow Lies Deep
by William Canton

When frost has burned the hedges black,
And children cannot sleep for cold;
When snow lies deep on the withered leaves,
And roofs are white from ridge to eaves;
When bread is dear, and work is slack,
Take pity on the poor and old!

The faggot and the loaf of bread
You could not miss would be their store.
Upon how little the old can live!
Give like the poor — who freely give.
Remember, when the fire burns red
The wolf leaves sniffing at the door.

And you whose lives are left forlorn,
Whose sons, whose hopes, whose fires have died,
Oh, you pitiful people old,
Remember this and be consoled —
That Christ the Comforter was born,
And still is born, in wintertide.

The Virgin Mary To The Child Jesus
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning


Sleep, sleep, mine Holy One!
My flesh, my Lord!--what name? I do not know
A name that seemeth not too high or low,
Too far from me or heaven.
My Jesus, that is best! that word being given
By the majestic angel whose command
Was softly as a man's beseeching said,
When I and all the earth appeared to stand
In the great overflow
Of light celestial from his wings and head.
Sleep, sleep, my saving One!


And art Thou come for saving, baby-browed
And speechless Being--art Thou come for saving?
The palm that grows beside our door is bowed
By treadings of the low wind from the south,
A restless shadow through the chamber waving:
Upon its bough a bird sings in the sun;
But Thou, with that close slumber on thy mouth,
Dost seem of wind and sun already weary.
Art come for saving, O my weary One?


Perchance this sleep that shutteth out the dreary
Earth-sounds and motions, opens on Thy soul
High dreams on fire with God;
High songs that make the pathways where they roll
More bright than stars do theirs; and visions new
Of Thine eternal nature's old abode.
Suffer this mother's kiss,
Best thing that earthly is,
To guide the music and the glory through,
Nor narrow in Thy dream the broad upliftings
Of any seraph wing!
Thus, noiseless, thus. Sleep, sleep, my dreaming One!


The slumber of His lips meseems to run
Through my lips to mine heart; to all its shiftings
Of sensual life, bring contrariousness
In a great calm. I feel, I could lie down
As Moses did, and die, 1 --and then live most.
I am 'ware of you, heavenly Presences,
That stand with your peculiar light unlost,
Each forehead with a high thought for a crown,
Unsunned i' the sunshine! I am 'ware. Yet throw
No shade against the wall! How motionless
Ye round me with your living statuary,
While through your whiteness, in and outwardly,
Continual thoughts of God appear to go,
Like light's soul in itself! I bear, I bear,
To look upon the dropt lids of your eyes,
Though their external shining testifies
To that beatitude within, which were
Enough to blast an eagle at his sun.
I fall not on my sad clay face before ye;
I look on His. I know
My spirit which dilateth with the woe
Of His mortality,
May well contain your glory.
Yea, drop your lids more low,
Ye are but fellow-worshippers with me!
Sleep, sleep, my worshipped One!


We sate among the stalls at Bethlehem.
The dumb kine from their fodder turning them,
Softened their horned faces
To almost human gazes
Towards the newly born.
The simple shepherds from the star-lit brooks
Brought visionary looks,
As yet in their astonished hearing rung
The strange, sweet angel-tongue.
The magi of the East, in sandals worn,
Knelt reverent, sweeping round,
With long pale beards their gifts upon the ground,
The incense, myrrh and gold,
These baby hands were impotent to hold.
So, let all earthlies and celestials wait
Upon thy royal state!
Sleep, sleep, my kingly One!


I am not proud--meek angels, ye invest
New meeknesses to hear such utterance rest
On mortal lips,--"I am not proud"--not proud!
Albeit in my flesh God sent His Son,
Albeit over Him my head is bowed
As others bow before Him, still mine heart
Bows lower than their knees. O centuries
That roll, in vision, your futurities
My future grave athwart,--
Whose murmurs seem to reach me while I keep
Watch o'er this sleep,--
Say of me as the heavenly said,--"Thou art
The blessedest of women!"--blessedest,
Not holiest, not noblest,--no high name,
Whose height misplaced may pierce me like a shame,
When I sit meek in heaven!


For me--for me--
God knows that I am feeble like the rest!--
I often wandered forth, more child than maiden,
Among the midnight hills of Galilee,
Whose summits looked heaven-laden;
Listening to silence as it seemed to be
God's voice, so soft yet strong--so fain to press
Upon my heart as heaven did on the height,
And waken up its shadows by a light,
And show its vileness by a holiness.
Then I knelt down most silent like the night,
Too self-renounced for fears,
Raising my small face to the boundless blue
Whose stars did mix and tremble in my tears.
God heard them falling after--with His dew.


So, seeing my corruption, can I see.
This Incorruptible now born of me
This fair new Innocence no sun did chance
To shine on, (for even Adam was no child,)
Created from my nature all defiled,
This mystery from out mine ignorance--
Nor feel the blindness, stain, corruption, more
Than others do, or I did heretofore?--
Can hands wherein such burden pure has been,
Not open with the cry, "Unclean, unclean!"
More oft than any else beneath the skies?
Ah King, ah Christ, ah Son!
The kine, the shepherds, the abased wise,
Must all less lowly wait
Than I, upon thy state!--
Sleep, sleep, my kingly One!


Art Thou a King, then? Come, His universe,
Come, crown me Him a king!
Pluck rays from all such stars as never fling
Their light where fell a curse.
And make a crowning for this kingly brow!--
What is my word?--Each empyreal star
Sits in a sphere afar
In shining ambuscade:
The child-brow, crowned by none,
Keeps its unchildlike shade.
Sleep, sleep, my crownless One!


Unchildlike shade!--no other babe doth wear
An aspect very sorrowful, as Thou.--
No small babe-smiles, my watching heart has seen,
To float like speech the speechless lips between;
No dovelike cooing in the golden air,
No quick short joys of leaping babyhood.
Alas, our earthly good
In heaven thought evil, seems too good for Thee:
Yet, sleep, my weary One!


And then the drear, sharp tongue of prophecy,
With the dread sense of things which shall be done,
Doth smite me inly, like a sword--a sword?--
(That "smites the Shepherd!") then I think aloud
The words "despised,"--"rejected,"--every word
Recoiling into darkness as I view
The darling on my knee.
Bright angels,--move not!--lest ye stir the cloud
Betwixt my soul and His futurity!
I must not die, with mother's work to do,
And could not live--and see.


It is enough to bear
This image still and fair--
This holier in sleep,
Than a saint at prayer:
This aspect of a child
Who never sinned or smiled--
This presence in an infant's face:
This sadness most like love,
This love than love more deep,
This weakness like omnipotence,
It is so strong to move!
Awful is this watching place,
Awful what I see from hence--
A king, without regalia,
A God, without the thunder,
A child, without the heart for play;
Ay, a Creator rent asunder
From His first glory and cast away
On His own world, for me alone
To hold in hands created, crying--Son!


That tear fell not on Thee
Beloved, yet Thou stirrest in Thy slumber!
Thou, stirring not for glad sounds out of number
Which through the vibratory palm-trees run
From summer wind and bird,
So quickly hast Thou heard
A tear fall silently?--
Wak'st Thou, O loving One?

Son Of A Virgin
by Laurence Housman

Son of a Virgin, Maker of thy Mother,
thou, Rod and Blossom from a Stem unstainèd,
now while a virgin fair of fame we honour,
hear our devotion!

Lo, on thy handmaid fell a twofold blessing,
who, in her body vanquishing the weakness,
in that same body, grace from heaven obtaining,
bore the world witness.

Death, nor the rending pains of death appalled her;
bondage and torment found her undefeated:
so by the shedding of her life attained she
heavenly guerdon.

Fountain of mercy, hear the prayers she offers;
purge our offenses, pardon our transgressions,
so that hereafter we to thee may render
praise with thanksgiving.

Thou, the All-Father, thou the One-Begotten,
thou Holy Spirit, Three in One co-equal,
glory be henceforth thine through all the ages,
world without ending.

The Star Of The East
unknown author

Star of the East, whose beacon light
    A gleam on Bethlehem threw,
And thither by that wondrous sight
    Arabia's sages drew;
On thee in thought we love to gaze
    In western climes afar,
And think on thy mysterious rays,
    Thou lovely eastern star.

Fair is the star of eve that sheds
    Her light betokening rest;
And fair the morning star that leads
    The day in glory drest:
But still more fair thy form arose,
    And lovelier to behold,
Which of a more serene repose
    A brighter glory told.

Hail thou, whose silvery radiance led
    Those Magian chiefs to bring
Their choicest gifts, in worship spread
    Before Judea's King:
That glorious Sun, whose harbinger
    Thy light was made to shine,
And like the pillar'd flame to bear
    Aloft salvation's sign!

Hail thou appointed to adorn
    The rising King of heaven,
The promis'd Child to Judah born,
    The Son to Israel given:
In whom the peaceful empire seal'd
    Should more and more increase;
In Him, the mighty God reveal'd,
    In Him, the Prince of Peace!

So on thy beacon light we gaze
    In western climes afar,
And note thy heav'n-directed rays,
    Thou lovely eastern star:
With praise to Him, who in the sky
    Thy wondrous cresset hung,
Prompt to inform the observing eye,
    Apart from speech or tongue.

Him who permits to all to see
    The light their stations need;
Who chose the star-vers'd sage by thee,
    Star of the east, to lead;
Who made by shepherd swains at night
    The angel's voice be heard;
And gives to use his scripture's light,
    His own recording word.

Son Of A Virgin
by Laurence Housman

Son of a Virgin, Maker of thy Mother,
thou, Rod and Blossom from a Stem unstainèd,
now while a virgin fair of fame we honour,
hear our devotion!

Lo, on thy handmaid fell a twofold blessing,
who, in her body vanquishing the weakness,
in that same body, grace from heaven obtaining,
bore the world witness.

Death, nor the rending pains of death appalled her;
bondage and torment found her undefeated:
so by the shedding of her life attained she
heavenly guerdon.

Fountain of mercy, hear the prayers she offers;
purge our offenses, pardon our transgressions,
so that hereafter we to thee may render
praise with thanksgiving.

Thou, the All-Father, thou the One-Begotten,
thou Holy Spirit, Three in One co-equal,
glory be henceforth thine through all the ages,
world without ending.

The Shepherds
by William Drummond

O than the fairest day, thrice fairer night!
    Night to blest days in which a sun doth rise
Of which that golden eye which clears the skies
Is but a sparkling ray, a shadow-light!
And blessed ye, in silly pastors' sight,
    Mild creatures, in whose warm crib now lies
That heaven-sent youngling, holy-maid-born wight,
    Midst, end, beginning of our prophecies!
Blest cottage that hath flowers in winter spread,
    Though withered - blessed grass that hath the grace
    To deck and be a carpet to that place!
Thus sang, unto the sounds of oaten reed,
    Before the Babe, the shepherds bowed on knees;
    And springs ran nectar, honey dropped from trees.

Neighbors of the Christ Night
by Nora Archibald Smith

Deep in the shelter of the cave,
    The ass with drooping head
Stood weary in the shadow, where
    His master's hand had led.
About the manger oxen lay,
    Bending a wide-eyed gaze
Upon the little new-born Babe,
    Half worship, half amaze.
High in the roof the doves were set,
    And cooed there, soft and mild,
Yet not so sweet as, in the hay,
    The Mother to her Child.
The gentle cows breathed fragrant breath
    To keep Babe Jesus warm,
While loud and clear, o'er hill and dale,
    The cocks crowed, "Christ is born!"
Out in the fields, beneath the stars,
    The young lambs sleeping lay,
And dreamed that in the manger slept
    Another white as they.

These were Thy neighbors, Christmas Child;
    To Thee their love was given,
For in Thy baby face there shone
    The wonder-light of Heaven.

Mary's Baby
by Shaemas O'Sheel

Joseph, mild and noble, bent above the straw:
A pale girl, a frail girl, suffering he saw;
"O my Love, my Mary, my bride, I pity thee!"
"Nay, Dear," said Mary, "all is well with me!"
"Baby, my baby, O my babe," she sang.
Suddenly the golden night all with music rang.

Angels leading shepherds, shepherds leading sheep:
The silence of worship broke the mother's sleep.
All the meek and lowly of all the world were there;
Smiling, she showed them that her Child was fair,
"Baby, my baby," kissing Him she said.
Suddenly a flaming star through the heavens sped.

Three old men and weary knelt them side by side,
The world's wealth forswearing, majesty and pride;
Worldly might and wisdom before the Babe bent low:
Weeping, maid Mary said, "I love Him so!"
"Baby, my baby," and the Baby slept.
Suddenly on Calvary all the olives wept.

Wartime Christmas
by Joyce Kilmer

Led by a star, a golden star,
The youngest star, an olden star,
Here the kings and the shepherds are,
A kneeling on the ground.
What did they come to the inn to see?
God in the Highest, and this is He,
A baby asleep on His mother’s knee
And with her kisses crowned.  

Now is the earth a dreary place,
A troubled place, a weary place.
Peace has hidden her lovely face
And turned in tears away.
Yet the sun, through the war-cloud, sees
Babies asleep on their mother’s knees.
While there are love and home—and these—
There shall be Christmas Day.

The Angel's Song 
by William Drummond of Hawthornden

Run, shepherds, run where Bethlehem blest appears.
We bring the best of news; be not dismayed:
A Saviour there is born more old than years,
Amidst heaven's rolling height this earth who stayed.

In a poor cottage inned, a virgin maid,
A weakling did him bear, who all upbears;
There is he poorly swaddled, in manger laid,
To whom too narrow swaddlings are our spheres:
Run, shepherds, run, and solemnize his birth.

This is that night — no, day, grown great with bliss,
In which the power of Satan broken is:
In heaven be glory, peace unto the earth!
Thus singing, through the air the angels swarm,
And cope of stars re-echoèd the same.

Or say, if this new Birth of ours
Sleeps, laid within some ark of flowers,
Spangled with dew-light; thou canst clear
All doubts, and manifest the where.

Declare to us, bright star, if we shall seek
Him in the morning's blushing cheek,
Or search the beds of spices through,
To find him out?

Star. — No, this ye need not do;
But only come and see Him rest,
A princely babe, in's mother's breast.

A Song of Joy at Dawn
by Paul Gerhardt

All my heart this night rejoices,
        As I hear,
        Far and near,
Sweetest angel voices;
"Christ is born," their choirs are singing,
        Till the air
Now with joy is ringing.

For it dawns, -- the promised morrow
        Of His birth
        Who the earth
Rescues from her sorrow.
god to wear our form descendeth,
        Of His grace
        To our race
Here His Son He lendeth:

Yea, so truly for us careth,
        That His Son
        All we've done
As our offering beareth;
As our Lamb who, dying for us,
        Bears our load,
        And to God
Doth in peace restore us.

Hark! a voice from yonder manger,
        Soft and sweet,
        Doth entreat,
"Flea from woe and danger;
Brethren come, from all doth grieve you
        You are freed,
        All you need
I will surely give you."

Come then, let us hasten yonder;
        Her let all,
        Great and small,
Kneel in awe and wonder.
Love Him who with love is yearning;
        Hail the Star
        That from far
Bright with hope is burning!

Ye who pine in weary sadness,
        Weep no more,
        For the door
Now is found of gladness.
Cling to Him for He will guide you
        Where no cross
        Pain or loss,
Can again betide you.

Hither come, ye heavy-hearted;
        Who for sin
        Deep within,
Long and sore have smarted;
For the poison'd wounds you're feeling
        Help is near,
        One is here
Mighty for their healing!

Hither come, ye poor and wretched;
        Know His will
        Is to fill
Every hand outstretched;
Here are riches without measure,
        Here forget
        All regret,
Fill your hearts with treasure.

Blessed Saviour, let me find Thee!
        Keep Thou me
        Close to Thee,
Cast me not behind Thee!
Life of life, my heart Thou stillest,
        Calm I rest
        on Thy breast,
All this void Thou fillest.

Thee, dear Lord, with heed I'll cherish,
        Live to Thee,
        And with Thee
Dying, shall not perish;
But shall dwell with Thee for ever,
        Far on high
        In the joy
That can alter never.

And They Laid Him In A Manger
by Sir Edward Sherburne

Happy crib, that wert, alone,
To my God, bed, cradle, throne!
Whilst thy glorious vileness I
View with divine fancy's eye,
Sordid filth seems all the cost,
State, and splendour, crowns do boast.
See heaven's sacred majesty
Humbled beneath poverty;
Swaddled up in homely rags,
On a bed of straw and flags!
He whose hands the heavens displayed,
And the world's foundations laid,
From the world's almost exiled,
Of all ornaments despoiled.
Perfumes bathe him not, new-born;
Persian mantles not adorn;
Nor do the rich roofs look bright
With the jasper's orient light.
Where, O royal infant, be
The ensigns of thy majesty;
Thy Sire's equalizing state;
And thy sceptre that rules fate?
Where's thy angel-guarded throne,
Whence thy laws thou didst make known--
Laws which heaven, earth, hell obeyed?
These, ah! these aside he laid;
Would the emblem be--of pride
By humility outvied?

Candlelit Heart
by Mary E. Linton

Somewhere across the winter world tonight
You will be hearing chimes that fill the air;
Christmas extends its all-enfolding light
Across the distance…something we can share.

You will be singing, just the same as I,
These familiar songs we know so well,
And you will see these same stars in your sky
And wish upon that brightest one that fell.

I shall remember you and trim my tree,
One shining star upon the topmost bough;
I will hang wreaths of faith that all may see —
Tonight I glimpse beyond the hear and now.

And all the time that we must be apart
I keep a candle in my heart.

Christmas Lights
By Marie Irish

Bright Christmas stars shine on high,
Golden stars in the wint’ry sky;
Christmas candles in windows bright
Sends greeting into the night;

While in our hearts the Christmas flame,
Glows with a love like his who came,
The infant Christ of lowly birth,
To bring good will and peace to earth.

Christmas Giving
By Iris W. Bray

Christmas is for giving
And for showing that we care,
For honoring the Christ Child
With the loving gifts we share.

The wise men gave of riches;
The shepherds, faith and love.
Each gift, in its own measure,
Was smiled on from above.

Let every gift be treasured;
Not always size or price
Determines the extent of love
And willing sacrifice

Handsome gifts with festive trim
Bring smiles of sweet content,
But modest gifts of humble means
are ofttimes heaven sent.

Whether it be large or small,
Each gift will share in part
The message of true Christmas joy
If given from the heart!

Merry Christmas To My Love
By Nicholas Gordon

Merry Christmas to my love!
Enjoy the holiday!
Revel where the angels move,
Rejoice in what they say!
Years burn life down to a stub;
Christmas comes and goes.
Happiness lies at the nub,
Refuse of one’s woes.
Inside the husk there is the seed,
Shivering with glory;
The midnight cold, the dire need,
Mere setting for the story.
All the labor, loss, and pain
Sings of beauty born again.

Manger Song
  by Frederick M. Lynk

Young Mary the Mother
Gazed fondly at Him,
And softly fingered
The manger’s rim.

St. Joseph sat musing
On a bundle of hay,
The shepherds played sweetly
A bagpipe lay.

The angels stood smiling
In heaven’s joy
And humbly adoring
The infant Christ-boy.

The ox and the donkey
Forgot the fresh straw
And knelt down in wonder
At what they saw.

The walls were shining
Like molten gold,
The winds sang gaily
Around the fold.

And gleaming silver
Strewed every star,
And sang a star greeting
From heaven afar.

"My Lonely Christmas"
(Army Wives lonely Christmas)

by Bradley A Peraino

As I lay down to sleep, this eve of Christmas morn, '
I slide between the cotton sheets so comfortable and warm.

A tinge of guilt comes over me followed by a saddened tear.
I say another lonely prayer that only God can hear.

I turn the bedside light off and quickly settle in,
but it will be a few more hours before my night comes to an end.

I lie here all but motionless, eyes wider than the sky.
I try to think of happy thoughts, but I still break down and cry.

I punch my flattened pillow and lie flat on my back.
I'm thinking of my soldier who's bravely serving in Iraq.

I finally stop my crying and a calm sets in my heart.
For, I know this year will quickly pass, then we'll no longer be apart.

My eyes are feeling heavy now, so I send God one last prayer.
"God, please protect my soldier while fighting over there!"

Our Christmas Wish For You

author unknown

Our Christmas wish for you
Is not a simple one
For we wish you hope and joy and peace
Days filled with warmth and sun

May you count your blessings, one by one
And when totaled by the lot
May you find all you've been given
To be more than what you sought

May God be your strength and light
May your spirit never grow old
May all your clouds have silver linings
And your rainbows pots of gold

We wish this all and so much more
May all your dreams come true
May you have a Merry Christmas
And a happy New Year, too …



The Embers Glowed Softly
And In Their Dim Light
I Gazed Around The Room
And I Cherished The Sight

My dog was asleep
Her head on my chest
My sister beside me
Angelic In Rest

Outside the snow fell
A Blanket Of White
Transforming the yard
To a winter delight

The sparkling lights
In the tree I believe
Completed the magic
That Christmas eve

My Eyelids were heavy
My breathing was deep
Secure was surrounded
By love I would sleep

In perfect contentment
Or so it would seem
So I slumbered perhaps
I started to dream

The sound wasn’t loud
And It wasn’t too near
But I opened my eyes
When it tickled my ear

Perhaps just a cough
I didn’t quite know
Then The sure sound of footsteps
Outside in the snow

My Soul gave a tremble
I struggled to hear
I crept to the door
To see who was near

Standing out in the cold
In the dark of the night
Alone stood a figure
His face weary and tight

A Soldier I puzzled
Some 20 year old
Perhaps a Marine
Huddled here in the cold

Alone in the dark
He looked up and smiled
Standing watch over me
My mom and a child

What are you doing
I asked without fear
Come this moment
Its Freezing out there

Put down your pack
Brush the snow from your sleeve
You should be at home
On a cold Christmas eve

For barely a moment
I saw his eye shift
Away from the cold
And the snow blew in drifts

To the window that danced
With a warm fires light
The he looked and he said
Its really alright

I’m out here by choice
I’m here every night
Its my duty stand
At the front of the line

No one had to ask
Or beg to emplore me
I’m proud to stand here
Like My Fathers Beofre me

My dad’s dad stood his watch
In the jungle of Nam
And Now its my turn
So Here I am

I’ve not seen my own family
In more than awhile
But My family sends me pictures
And they sure do make me smile

Then he bent over
And carefully pulled from his bag
The red white and blue
An American Flag

I can live through the cold
And being alone
Away form my family
My house and my home

I can stand at my post
Through the rain and the sleet
I can sleep in a fox hole
With a little to eat

I can carry the weight
Of killing another
Or lay down my life
With my family and others

Who stand at the front
Against any and all
The ensure for all time
This flag will not fall

So go back Inside “he siad”
Harbor or fright
Your family is waiting
And I’ll be alright

But isn’t there something
I can do at the least
Give you money I asked
Or prepare you a feast

Its seems all to little
For all that you wonder
For being away
From your family and brother

Then his eye welled a tear
That held no regret
Just tell us you love us
And never forget

To fight for out rights
While were doing wrong
To stand your own watch
No matter how long

For wen we come home
Either standing or dead
To know you remember
We fought and bled

Is payment Enough
And with that we will trust
That we matterd to you
As you mattered to us

Baby's First Christmas
by Mary Lewis

It's Baby's first Christmas,
what a beautiful sight!
As he gurgles out loud in spontaneous delight.
As he gazes at the Tree, with it's baubles and trim
I know only He can hear the Angels sweet hymns.
Holy! Holy! Holy!
As He edges ever nearer to the base of the Tree,
Picks up tiny toys and shakes them with glee
Mommy and Daddy have to laugh outright.
It's Baby's first Christmas- what a wonderful Night!
Holy! Holy! holy!

Christmas Excitement
by James J. Metcalfe

Ornaments and tinsel,
Glowing lights on shapely trees,
Indoor decorations
And wreaths and trim to please,

Gatherings of neighbors
And of relatives and friends,
Special preparations
While warmth of song transcends.

Christmas punch and fruitcakes,
Bright wrappings, gifts and toys,
Excitement and elation
In hearts of girls and boys.

We're ready for a birthday,
And our homes are at their best.
Dear God, help us prepare our hearts
For You, the honored Guest.


Christmas Is A Child
by Joel Bjorling

Christmas is not found
In department stores or malls,
Nor in flashy gifts,
Either large or small;
The secret of Christmas
Need not flabbergast the mind,
Nor confuse the critics
For all time--
The secret of Christmas is a child.

It is not simply a child
Who plays on the living room floor
Or who waits for Santa
By the door,
But it is a child
Lying in a manger's bed,
Who, in simplicity,
Eats his bread--
The secret of Christmas is a child.

A child is a new hope, a new chance,
A new life,
A sure relief
From relentless strife;
A child sees each day
As unfettered by the past,
Embracing a future
That is bound to last--
The secret of Christmas is a child.

So, when you think of Christmas,
Remember the son,
Who, though born years ago,
Still offers light to everyone;
The meaning of Christmas is not difficult,
Nor impossible to see,
Its message is timeless,
Resounding throughout eternity--
The secret of Christmas is a child.

Christmas Memories
by Nancy Hughes

Snowflakes falling,
Friends come calling,
Decorations in green and red.
Smells enticing,
Bowls of icing,
For cookies and gingerbread.

Candles glowing,
Goodwill flowing,
The Christmas story is read.
Yule log burning,
Wishful yearning
As children dream in bed.

Stockings hung
Carols sung,
Hope and Peace, the common thread.
Families near,
Memories dear,
As Christmas blessings are spread.

My Surprise Gift
by Pattie Castillo

It didn't come trimmed with ribbon or topped off with a bow,
I didn't find it wrapped in pretty paper, under the tree or mistletoe.
It wasn't something we planned to purchase, it didn't cost one cent.
It wasn't something I new I wanted or asked for as a present.
It didn't even realize it was something I would need,
I had long forgotten about Santa, until I saw it and had to believe.
It came on a whim, as we were trimming the tree for the season,
It came just in time, and for all the right reasons.
This picture of us, a daughter and her mom,
Smiling into the camera and having a good time.
It filled me with happiness, joy and glee,
To see you there smiling so sweetly with me.
It made my heart sputter and skip a beat,
To hold you in my arms seems quite a treat.
It seems like the last time was so long ago,
Because, Oh My, how ever so quickly you grow.
It reminded me I need to take time each year,
To capture you smiling with me from ear to ear.

The Last Present Under the Tree
by  Joel Bjorling

There is one last present under the Christmas tree,
I wonder whose it is?
Is it for the little girl with the rocking horse,
Or is it for Grandma or Aunt Liz?
It looks so lonely
Sitting there by itself;
It'd certainly be an awesome addition
On "somebodys" shelf.

The ribbon is gold,
The paper is paisley red;
"Who does it belong to?"
Keeps rattling in my head;
I decided to snatch a peek,
And see whose name is on the card;
It'd only take a second,
It won't be very hard.

When no one was looking,
I reached under the tree,
Carefully handling the package,
"Who knows, it may be for me!"
But when I read the card,
I thought it was extraordinarily odd,
Because the message read,
"Love and blessings," God.

M&M Christmas Story
by Pam Ridenour

As you hold these candies in your hand,
And turn them you will see
The M becomes a W, and E and then a 3
They tell the Christmas story,
It's one I'm sure you know
It took place in a stable a long, long time ago
The E is for the East, where the star shone so bright
The M is for the manger where Baby Jesus slept that night
The 3 is for the wisemen, bearing gifts they say they came
W is for Worship, Hallelujah, Praise His Name
So as you eat these candies or share them with a friend
Remember the meaning of Christmas it's a Love Story that never ends

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