Short Christmas Poems
A Christmas Tree
One little star on the top of the tree,
Two little presents underneath for me,
Three silver ropes twisted around the tree,
Four colored lights shining prettily,
Five shining balls flowing silvery.
Oh, what a sight for use to see!
I heard the bells, on Christmas Day
-By Henry Longfellow
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.
There's More to Christmas...
There's more, much more to Christmas
Than candle-light and cheer;
It's the spirit of sweet friendship
That brightens all the year;
It's thoughtfulness and kindness,
It's hope reborn again,
For peace, for understanding
And for goodwill to men!
Christmas gift suggestions
- By Oren Arnold
Christmas gift suggestions:
To your enemy, forgiveness.
To an opponent, tolerance.
To a friend, your heart.
To a customer, service.
To all, charity.
To every child, a good example.
To yourself, respect.
William Shakespeare
At Christmas I no more desire a rose,
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows;
But like of each thing that in season grows.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow,
We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago,
And etched on vacant places
Are half-forgotten faces
Of friends we used to cherish,
And loves we used to know.
Christina Rosetti
Christmas hath a darkness;
Brighter than the blazing noon;
Christmas hath a chillness
Warmer than the heat of June,
Christmas hath a beauty
Lovelier than the world can show:
For Christmas bringeth Jesus,
Brought for us so low.
My Heart Returns to Bethlehem
My heart returns to Bethlehem
At Christmastime each year
As earth awaits the manger King
With angels bending near,
I journey with the Wise Men
To worship the King
And wonder as I seek Him
Which gift I should bring.
What shall we give the Christ Child,
Unworthy as we are?
Perhaps a blanket for His bed,
Perhaps a shiny star!
Perhaps I'll read Him poetry
Or sing a lullaby,
Or maybe I'll hold His hand
If He begins to cry,
My heart returns to Bethlehem
At Christmastime each year
And kneels beside a manger
To shed a joyful tear.
