Christmas Poems
The Best Christmas 22.12.2014
Christmas is coming young excited eyes
A tree in the parlour with present surprise
The nearer it gets the excitement is growing
Outside in the snow rosy red cheeks are glowing
Letters were sent with a list of request
From children who now are behaving their best
Whatever will come from the man dressed in red?
The eve of a Christmas all tucked up in bed
Now on the morning dark early beginning
Throwing back sheets of the best white starched linen
Racing down staircase now into the hall
Keep down the noise hear a young mother call
She follows her children now sorting the booty
Closely beside her is their father on duty
Try as they might to bring order and sorting
Timmy has opened a gift with a fort in
Squeals of delight Gilly unwraps a dress
Red trimmed with white fur it’s bound to impress
Soldiers on horseback and next comes a pram
Mother gives up and goes on to boil ham
Out comes a train father takes up the winding
Taking him back to his youth he’s not minding
Laying down track in a figure of eight
Working together as a driver and mate
Mother returns Gilly tugs at some wrapping
Out comes a baby doll cuddled up napping
Into the pram it goes little girls glad
Agreeing with brother, the best Christmas they’d had
The Shopkeepers Christmas Diet
When will the shops close for Christmas?
We’ve been back and forth every day
Remembering the things we’d forgotten
To buy even more on the way
This morning we went out for stuffing
Convinced it would come back alone
But fifty percent off was tempting
So home came a new mobile phone
Don’t get me wrong I like Christmas
With stockings and trimmings and things
Smiles on our young children’s faces
Plus all of the pleasure it brings
A holly wreath hangs in our doorway
Here carols are sung just for pence
As snow slowly falls in the garden
where robins can perch on our fence
But what is the meaning of Christmas
To celebrate life and for giving
Or have we been tricked into thinking
We must make the shops a good living
Over the years things have altered
No longer just friends bringing cheer
Unless they bring bottles of spirits
And top up with gallons of beer
Each year we have tried to reverse things
To turn back the clock on this season
But when the shops stock up for Christmas
We seem to lose all sense of reason
So one final trip to the butchers
To pick up our turkey for dinner
Here ends this year’s shopkeeper’s diet
Having made all fat wallets much thinnerMerry Christmas
Wintery Bliss
At this time of year
When snow freely falls
As Christmas approaches
We deck out the halls
Frost in the morning
With ice on the roads
Slippery times
For lorry’s with loads
Breath fogs the windows
Obscuring our view
Fingertip pictures made
Something to do
At this time of year
A wintery bliss
For all to enjoy
And that no one should miss
Why we have Carols
Crimson red berries
Dark leaf with thorn
Seen around Christmas
When Christ was first born
Mary and Joseph
With mule took a ride
Back to their birthplace
They went side by side
No room at the inn
Just a dusty old stable
Surrounded by animals
All that was able
Matter not this
For the birth of a king
It’s why we have carols
At Christmas to sing
Frosty
Frosty is a snowman
He comes to call each year
Built by loving children
Their chuckles we all hear
For a nose a carrot
Two lumps of coal for eyes
An old cloth cap upon his head
Should be a bigger size
His roly poly belly
And very jolly smile
Built with loving wishes
That he might stay a while
But with the snowing over
When frosts begin to thaw
Frosty slowly melts away
And is seen by us no more
Santa Called
Over the rooftops
He lands on the slate
A sleigh full of presents
That must not be late
Tucked up in bed
The children asleep
All eyes tightly closed
A promise to keep
He slips down the chimney
With sack on his back
All bright red and white
With boots shiny black
He lays out the presents
From lists missing none
And after a mince pie
Old Santa is gone
Santas Visit
Icicles crystal clear shine in the night
Snow freshly fallen the purest of white
Overhead jingling bells can be heard
Children asleep in their beds not a word
Santa is coming with gifts for them all
Woo there now Rudolf they hear Santa call
Eyes tightly closed with the lightest of tread
Stockings get filled on the end of each bed
After delivery a mince pie with sherry
No wonder old Santa is always so merry
A sprinkle of magic dust back to the roof
Prancer and Dancer are tapping a hoof
All in one night by the light of the moon
Children across the world know he’ll come soon
When he has finished with a yo-ho-ho-ho
And a large empty sack its back home he must go
Preparing To Leave
Picture the scene it’s a cold Christmas Eve
As a sleigh fully laden gets ready to leave
A plump man in red his boots polished black
Trimmed with white fur has a sack on his back
All through the year his elves have made toys
The left side for girls and the right side for boys
Reindeers are waiting their harnesses tight
Prepared for a long distance journey this night
Millions of gifts brightly wrapped by the giver
Sorted in order prepared to deliver
Snow falling slowly, a jingling bell
His team all prepare to take off you can tell
Our plump jolly Santa with cheeks rosy red
With gifts for all children asleep in their bed
Good girls and boys are all sure to receive
So many fine gifts that old Santa will leave
So if you want gifts and you wrote your request
Santa and elves will do their very best
But you must do yours and your promises keep
To be good all year and tonight be asleep
A Merry Christmas
Shopping for good brandy butter
My homemade plum pudding would need
I don’t want a tin of rum sauce mix
It just wouldn’t do, no indeed
Last night’s Christmas Eve rush was crazy
The shop had none left on the shelf
So I bought half a pound of best butter
To mix up with brandy myself
My mixer took brandy and butter
It churned the lot up to a paste
I drank what was left of the brandy
As I don’t like things going to waste
Everyone had a good dinner
With plenty of wine, port and sherry
But no one got fresh brandy butter
We all fell about slightly merry
Ex Christmas Dinner
On a cold winters night before Christmas
By the fire sat a farmer with dog
Dreaming of plump Christmas turkey
He’d seen in the flames of a log
Outside the snow started falling
A strong north wind started to howl
Toasting his toes by the fireside
When sheepdog decided to growl
The farmer knew this could mean trouble
So putting on boots had begun
Old Bess never growled just for nothing
And he picked up his trusty shotgun
His chickens were all going crazy
A fox had been into the shed
And eaten his plump turkey dinner
Now his dream changed to plain jam and bread
Christmas is coming
Chestnuts are roasting
The smell of mulled wine
Christmas is coming
How bright the stars shine
Frost on the pathways
And icicles form
Wind from the north
Marks an impending storm
Basting the turkey
Whole ham cooked and glazed
Mixing plum pudding
Young children amazed
Stockings by firesides
Mince pies and sherry
Family, friends gather
About to make merry
Look out the window
As snow starts to fall
All as it should be
Merry Christmas to all