500+ Christmas Poems for Kids, Family, Friends and Church

Christmas Poems for Kids, Family, Friends and Church

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty.
—Edgar Allan Poe Merry Christmas, everyone! Truly, Christmas is a lyrical holiday—one that is experienced through the stories told from days past and hopes strung together for the future. Whether it be through bible verses, Christmas carols, or the written word, there’s no better way to celebrate the beauty of today than with some classic Christmas poetry. Here, we’ve compiled excerpts from ten Christmas poems. Enjoy the “rhythmical creation of Beauty” on this Christmas Day.

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1. “Little Tree” by e.e. cummings

little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower
who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly
i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don’t be afraid
look the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,
put up your little arms
and i’ll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy…

2. “Christmas Bells” by Henry Wadsworth 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!

3. “Winter Time” by Robert Louis Stevenson

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 blows
Its 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.


4. ’Twas the Night Before Christmas by Clement C. Moore

…And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow…

5. “Music on Christmas Morning” by Anne Brontë

Music I love -­ but never strain
Could kindle raptures so divine,
So grief assuage, so conquer pain,
And rouse this pensive heart of mine -­
As that we hear on Christmas morn,
Upon the wintry breezes borne.
 
Though Darkness still her empire keep,
And hours must pass, ere morning break;
From troubled dreams, or slumbers deep,
That music kindly bids us wake:
It calls us, with an angel’s voice,
To wake, and worship, and rejoice;

6. “The House of Christmas” by G.K. Chesterton

…This world is wild as an old wives’ tale,
And strange the plain things are,
The earth is enough and the air is enough
For our wonder and our war;
But our rest is as far as the fire-drake swings
And our peace is put in impossible things
Where clashed and thundered unthinkable wings
Round an incredible star.

To an open house in the evening
Home shall men come,
To an older place than Eden
And a taller town than Rome.
To the end of the way of the wandering star,
To the things that cannot be and that are,
To the place where God was homeless
And all men are at home.

7. “Before the ice is in the pools” by Emily Dickinson

Before the ice is in the pools—
Before the skaters go,
Or any check at nightfall
Is tarnished by the snow—

Before the fields have finished,
Before the Christmas tree,
Wonder upon wonder
Will arrive to me!


8. “Ring Out, Wild Bells” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (from In Memoriam)

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die…

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.

9. “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” by Dr. Suess

…So he paused. And the Grinch put his hand to his ear.
And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low. Then it started to grow.
But the sound wasn’t sad! Why, this sound sounded merry!
It couldn’t be so! But it WAS merry! VERY!
He stared down at Whoville! The Grinch popped his eyes!
Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every Who down in Whoville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any presents at all!
He HADN’T stopped Christmas from coming! IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!
And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: “How could it be so?”
“It came with out ribbons! It came without tags!”
“It came without packages, boxes or bags!”
And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before!
“Maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store.”
“Maybe Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more!”…

10. “O Holy Night” by John Sullivan Dwight (based on the French text from Placide Cappeau’s Cantique de Noel)

O holy night! The stars are brightly shining,  
It is the night of our dear Saviour’s birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining,
‘Til He appear’d and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.

Fall on your knees! O hear the angel voices!
O night divine, O night when Christ was born;
O night divine, O night, O night Divine…


Poems about Christmas for Family and Friends

In today’s world we are inundated with images of Christmas from the media. We are told that it is all about buying expensive gifts for each other. In today’s challenging economic times it is a tragedy that parents spend way more than they can afford to try to please their children. The sad truth is that, “money can’t buy you love”. A holiday is about the time spent together with loved ones. It is about gifts that come from the heart, and it is the about the thousands of years of tradition that mark the holiday season.

Christmas poem – My Dad Would Like To Be Santa

His belly’s getting bigger,
And his hair is turning white.
His eyes shine and sparkle
Like the stars on Christmas night.

He couldn’t fit down chimneys
When he can just fit through a door.
One mince pie would never do
He’d only ask for more.

He likes a nip of brandy;
It sets his cheeks aglow.
When he forgets the words to carols,
He just shouts Ho, Ho, Ho.

He hasn’t got a reindeer
That runs silently through space,
But his car is Eco Friendly
And could beat Rudolph in a race.

He can’t afford a new red suit
With boots and matching belt,
But his smile is warmer than the sun
That can make the snow tops melt.

My dad would like to be Santa
And fill the world with glee,
So until they advertise the job,
He’ll give all his love to me.

Christmas In Heaven

Santa, do you know where heaven is?
Maybe your reindeer know the way.
For I have a special present
I need delivered on Christmas day.

For Christmas is a time for sharing
With those we hold so dear.
Please take this gift, with all my love
For an angel who’s no longer here.

It’s wrapped up in all our memories
We once shared from the past.
The ribbons and bows are all our dreams.
Inside there’s a broken heart.

It’s such a special parcel.
Please Santa, don’t delay.
I would love it to be in heaven
In time for Christmas day.

Famous Holiday Poem

Having a close friend is an incredible blessing. It means having someone who’s always there to listen and encourage. In this famous poem by Edgar Guest (1881-1959), he shares of all the great friendship qualities he’d like to return to someone who has displayed them to him. This poem is made up of octaves (eight-line stanzas). It also has a strong sense of structure since most of the stanzas begin with “I’d like to…”

A Friend’s Greeting

I’d like to be the sort of friend
     that you have been to me;
I’d like to be the help that you’ve been
     always glad to be;
I’d like to mean as much to you
     each minute of the day
As you have meant, old friend of mine,
     to me along the way.

I’d like to do the big things
     and the splendid things for you,
To brush the gray out of your skies
     and leave them only blue;
I’d like to say the kindly things
     that I so oft have heard,
And feel that I could rouse your soul
     the way that mine you’ve stirred.

I’d like to give back the joy
     that you have given me,
Yet that were wishing you a need
     I hope will never be;
I’d like to make you feel
     as rich as I, who travel on
Undaunted in the darkest hours
     with you to lean upon.

I’m wishing at this Christmas time
     that I could but repay
A portion of the gladness
     that you’ve strewn along the way;
And could I have one wish this year,
     this only would it be:
I’d like to be the sort of friend
     that you have been to me.

Christmas poem : Wishing Family And Friends A Blessed Christmas

From Us To You

It’s Christmas time,
And I wish you well.
May the Lord bless you
With the best of health.

I hope the stockings are hung
And you’re filled with wonder.
There are so many surprises
For you to ponder.

May your children be merry
When Santa brings toys.
Some for the girls
And some for the boys.

I pray you have food
And plenty to eat:
Turkey and gravy
And lots of sweets.

I hope your family’s there,
Friends and neighbors, too.
So merry Christmas
From all of us to all of you.

Our favourite Christmas poems

Our edit of the very best Christmas poetry for adults and children.

A time for family, friends, festivities and an undeniable sense of childhood nostalgia, the Christmas season brings with it so many sentiments. We’ve chosen a selection of our favourite Christmas poetry, from funny Christmas poems, to moving festive verses and some Christmas poems for kids, all perfect for reading by the fire over the festive season.

A Visit from St. Nicholas

Clement Clarke Moore

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the house,

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar plums danc’d in their heads,

And Mama in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap —

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below;

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny rein-deer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and call’d them by name:

“Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer, and Vixen,

“On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Dunder and Blixem;

“To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

“Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”

As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of Toys — and St. Nicholas too:

And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound:

He was dress’d all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnish’d with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys was flung on his back,

And he look’d like a peddler just opening his pack:

His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry,

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry;

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow.

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.

He had a broad face, and a little round belly

That shook when he laugh’d, like a bowl full of jelly:

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laugh’d when I saw him in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And fill’d all the stockings; then turn’d with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight —

‘Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.’

 From Christmas Poems

 Love Came Down at Christmas

Christina Rossetti

Love came down at Christmas, 

   Love all lovely, Love Divine; 

Love was born at Christmas, 

   Star and angels gave the sign. 

Worship we the Godhead, 

   Love Incarnate, Love Divine; 

Worship we our Jesus: 

   But wherewith for sacred sign? 

Love shall be our token, 

   Love be yours and love be mine, 

Love to God and all men, 

   Love for plea and gift and sign

From Poems for Christmas

Help Wanted

Timothy Tocher

Santa needs new reindeer.
The first bunch has grown old.
Dasher has arthritis;
Comet hates the cold.
Prancer’s sick of staring
at Dancer’s big behind.
Cupid married Blitzen
and Donder lost his mind.
Dancer’s mad at Vixen
for stepping on his toes.
Vixen’s being thrown out—
she laughed at Rudolph’s nose.
If you are a reindeer
we hope you will apply.
There is just one tricky part:
You must know how to fly.

From A Poem for Every Winter Day

Just Doing My Job

Clare Bevan

I’m one of Herod’s Henchmen.

We don’t have much to say,

We just charge through the audience

In a Henchman sort of way.

We all wear woolly helmets

To hide our hair and ears,

And Wellingtons sprayed silver

To match our tinfoil spears.

Our swords are made of cardboard

So blood will not be spilled

If we trip and stab a parent

When the hall’s completely filled.

We don’t look very scary,

We’re mostly small and shy,

And some of us wear glasses,

But we give the thing a try.

We whisper Henchman noises

While Herod hunts for strangers,

And then we all charge out again

Like nervous Power Rangers.

Yet when the play is over

And Miss is out of breath

We’ll charge like Henchmen through the hall

And scare our mums to death.

The First Christmas

Marian Swinger

It never snows at Christmas in that dry and dusty land.

Instead of freezing blizzards, there are palms and drifting sands,

and years ago a stable and a most unusual star

and three wise men who followed it, by camel, not by car,

while, sleepy on the quiet hills, a shepherd gave a cry.

He’d seen a crowd of angels in the silent starlit sky.

In the stable, ox and ass stood very still and calm

and gazed upon the baby, safe and snug in Mary’s arms.

And Joseph, lost in shadows, face lit by an oil lamp’s glow

stood wondering, that first Christmas Day, two thousand years ago

From Read Me: A Poem for Every Day of the Year

King John’s Christmas

A. A. Milne 

King John was not a good man —

   He had his little ways.

And sometimes no one spoke to him

   For days and days and days.

And men who came across him,

   When walking in the town,

Gave him a supercilious stare,

Or passed with noses in the air —

And bad King John stood dumbly there,

   Blushing beneath his crown.

King John was not a good man,

   And no good friends had he.

He stayed in every afternoon…

   But no one came to tea.

And, round about December,

   The cards upon his shelf

Which wished him lots of Christmas cheer,

And fortune in the coming year,

Were never from his near and dear,

   But only from himself.

King John was not a good man,

   Yet had his hopes and fears.

They’d given him no present now

   For years and years and years.

But every year at Christmas,

   While minstrels stood about,

Collecting tribute from the young

For all the songs they might have sung,

He stole away upstairs and hung

   A hopeful stocking out.

King John was not a good man,

   He lived his live aloof;

Alone he thought a message out

   While climbing up the roof.

He wrote it down and propped it

   Against the chimney stack:

‘TO ALL AND SUNDRY – NEAR AND FAR –

F. Christmas in particular.’

And signed it not ‘Johannes R.’

   But very humbly, ‘Jack.’

‘I want some crackers,

   And I want some candy;

I think a box of chocolates

   Would come in handy;

I don’t mind oranges,

   I do like nuts!

And I SHOULD like a pocket-knife

That really cuts.

And, oh! Father Christmas, if you love me at all,

   Bring me a big, red, india-rubber ball!’

King John was not a good man —

   He wrote this message out,

And gat him to this room again,

   Descending by the spout.

And all that night he lay there,

   A prey to hopes and fears.

   ‘I think that’s him a-coming now!’

   (Anxiety bedewed his brow.)

   ‘He’ll bring one present, anyhow —

   The first I had for years.’

‘Forget about the crackers,

   And forget the candy;

I’m sure a box of chocolates

   Would never come in handy;

I don’t like oranges,

   I don’t want nuts,

And I HAVE got a pocket-knife

   That almost cuts.

But, oh! Father Christmas, if you love me at all,

Bring me a big, red, india-rubber ball!’

King John was not a good man,

   Next morning when the sun

Rose up to tell a waiting world

   That Christmas had begun,

And people seized their stockings,

   And opened them with glee,

And crackers, toys and games appeared,

And lips with sticky sweets were smeared,

King John said grimly: ‘As I feared,

   Nothing again for me!’

‘I did want crackers,

   And I did want candy;

I know a box of chocolates

   Would come in handy;

I do love oranges,

   I did want nuts!

I haven’t got a pocket-knife —

   Not one that cuts.

And, oh! if Father Christmas, had loved me at all,

He would have brought a big, red,

india-rubber ball!’

King John stood by the window,

   And frowned to see below

The happy bands of boys and girls

   All playing in the snow.

A while he stood there watching,

   And envying them all …

When through the window big and red

There hurtled by his royal head,

And bounced and fell upon the bed,

   An india-rubber ball!

AND, OH, FATHER CHRISTMAS,

MY BLESSINGS ON YOU FALL

FOR BRINGING HIM

A BIG, RED,

INDIA-RUBBER

BALL!

From A Poem for Every Night of the Year

Talking Turkeys

Benjamin Zephaniah

Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas
Cos’ turkeys just wanna hav fun
Turkeys are cool, turkeys are wicked
An every turkey has a Mum.
Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas,
Don’t eat it, keep it alive,
It could be yu mate, an not on yu plate
Say, Yo! Turkey I’m on your side. 

I got lots of friends who are turkeys
An all of dem fear christmas time,
Dey wanna enjoy it, dey say humans destroyed it
An humans are out of dere mind,
Yeah, I got lots of friends who are turkeys
Dey all hav a right to a life,
Not to be caged up an genetically made up
By any farmer an his wife. 

Turkeys just wanna play reggae
Turkeys just wanna hip-hop
Can yu imagine a nice young turkey saying,
‘I cannot wait for de chop’,
Turkeys like getting presents, dey wanna watch
   christmas TV,
Turkeys hav brains an turkeys feel pain
In many ways like yu an me. 

I once knew a turkey called
Turkey
He said ‘Benji explain to me please,
Who put de turkey in christmas
An what happens to christmas trees?’,
I said ‘I am not too sure turkey
But it’s nothing to do wid Christ Mass
Humans get greedy an waste more dan need be
An business men mek loadsa cash’.

Be nice to yu turkey dis christmas
Invite dem indoors fe sum greens
Let dem eat cake an let dem partake
In a plate of organic grown beans,
Be nice to yu turkey dis christmas
An spare dem de cut of de knife,
Join Turkeys United an dey’ll be delighted
An yu will mek new friends ‘FOR LIFE’. 

From A Poem for Every Night of the Year

The Crying Need for Snow

Clive James

It’s cold without the softness of a fall
Of snow to give these scenes a common bond
And though, besotted on a viewless rime,
The ducks can do their standing-on-the-pond
Routine that leaves you howling, all in all
We need some snow to hush the whole thing up.

The ducks can do their flatfoot-waterfool
Mad act that leaves you helpless, but in fine
We need their footprints in a higher field
Made pure powder, need their wig-wag line
Of little kites pressed in around the pool:
An afternoon of snow should cover that.

Some crystalline precipitate should throw
Its multifarious weightlessness around
For half a day and paint the whole place out,
Bring back a soft regime to bitter ground:
An instant plebiscite would vote for snow
So overwhelmingly if we could call it now.

An afternoon of snow should cover that
Milk-bottle neck bolt upright in the slime
Fast frozen at the pond’s edge, brutal there:
We need to see junk muffled, whitewashed grime,
Lean brittle ice grown comfortably fat,
A world prepared to take our footprints in.

A world prepared to take our footprints in
Needs painting out, needs be a finer field:
So overwhelmingly, if we could call it now,
The fluffy stuff would prime it: it would yield
To lightest step, be webbed and toed and heeled,
Pushed flat, smoothed off, heaped high, pinched anyhow,
Yet be inviolable. Put like that,
Gently, the cold makes sense. Snow links things up.

From Clive James’ Collected Poems 1958-2015

little tree

e.e  cummings

little tree 

little silent Christmas tree 

you are so little 

you are more like a flower 

who found you in the green forest 

and were you very sorry to come away? 

see          i will comfort you 

because you smell so sweetly 

i will kiss your cool bark 

and hug you safe and tight 

just as your mother would, 

only don’t be afraid 

look          the spangles 

that sleep all the year in a dark box 

dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine, 

the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads, 

put up your little arms 

and i’ll give them all to you to hold 

every finger shall have its ring 

and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy 

then when you’re quite dressed 

you’ll stand in the window for everyone to see 

and how they’ll stare! 

oh but you’ll be very proud 

and my little sister and i will take hands 

and looking up at our beautiful tree 

we’ll dance and sing 

‘Noel Noel’

From Read Me 2: A Poem For Every Day of the Year

In the Bleak Midwinter

Christina Rossetti

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 sufficed

The 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.

From A Poem for Every Night of the Year

The Twelve Days of Christmas

Anon.

On the first day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
A partridge in a pear tree.

On the second day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the third day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the fourth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree. 

On the fifth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the sixth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the seventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree. 

On the eighth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree. 

On the ninth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree. 

On the tenth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Twelve drummers drumming,
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree!

Christmas poem : On the thirteenth day of Christmas my true love phoned me up . . . 

Dave Calder  

Well, I suppose I should be grateful, you’ve obviously gone
to a lot of trouble and expense – or maybe off your head.
Yes, I did like the birds – the small ones anyway were fun
if rather messy, but now the hens have roosted on my bed
and the rest are nested on the wardrobe. It’s hard to sleep
with all that cooing, let alone the cackling of the geese
whose eggs are everywhere, but mostly in a broken smelly heap
on the sofa. No, why should I mind? I can’t get any peace
anywhere – the lounge is full of drummers thumping tom-toms
and sprawling lords crashed out from manic leaping. The
kitchen is crammed with cows and milkmaids and smells of a million stink-bombs
and enough sour milk to last a year. The pipers? I’d forgotten them –
they were no trouble, I paid them and they went. But I can’t get rid
of these young ladies. They won’t stop dancing or turn the music down
and they’re always in the bathroom, squealing as they skid
across the flooded floor. No, I don’t need a plumber round,
it’s just the swans – where else can they swim? Poor things,
I think they’re going mad, like me. When I went to wash my
hands one ate the soap, another swallowed the gold rings.
And the pear tree died. Too dry. So thanks for nothing,
   love. Goodbye.

Best Christmas Poems For Kids!

Christmas Poems for Kids Aged 3 to 5

This first christmas poem is perfect for kindergarteners and easy to memorize.

I Like to See Christmas

Author Unknown

I like to see the stockings
I like to see the gifts
I like to see the bells
I like to see the tree
And I like to see Santa
Looking at me!

Christmas Poem for Children I Like to See Christmas by an Unkown Author

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When it comes to Christmas poems for kids, this one is a favourite!  It is also easy to incorporate into craft activities.

Peppermint Stick

Author Unknown

I took a lick
Of a peppermint stick
And oh it tasted yummy!

It used to be
On the Christmas tree
But now it’s in my tummy!

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This is a childhood classic when it comes to holiday poetry.  The analogy in this Christmas poem is that little children are like little pine trees, waiting to grow up.

Little Pine Tree

Author Unknown

I’m a little pine tree
As you can see,
All the other pine trees
Are bigger than me.
Maybe when I grow up
Then I’ll be
A great big merry Christmas tree!

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Does your family have a special angel that sits on the top of your Christmas tree?  If yes, then this Christmas poem written for children in kindergartener is sure to delight!

A Christmas Angel

By Denise Burke

Oh, I wish I was an angel on the tree
Oh, I wish I was an angel on the tree
I’d give every girl and boy
Lots of Christmas peace and joy
Oh, I wish I was an angel on the tree

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No collection for Christmas poems for kids would be complete without this next poem.

It would be a wonderful poem for a group of five children to recite at a Christmas concert, either at school or elsewhere.

Have the group of five kids recite lines 1, 7, 8 and 9 of the poem in unison.  Also have each child recite one line on a solo basis (for the remaining lines – lines 2 to 6).

Five Little Reindeer

Author Unknown

Five little reindeer playing in the snow
The first one said, “Can you see my nose glow?”
The second one said, “Listen to me sing!”
The third one said, “I can hear the bells ring.”
The fourth one said, “Let’s eat the pie!”
The fifth one said, “I’m ready to fly.”
Then clomp went their hooves
And the snow fell white
As the five little reindeer flew out of sight.

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This next Christmas poem for kids reminds us how much fun the holiday season is!

Christmas is a Day Full of Joy

Author Unknown

Christmas is a day full of joy,
Ask any girl or boy.

Santa’s reindeers fly up high,
By the twinkling stars in the sky.

Children love a snowball fight,
Although its freezing day and night.

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Did you grow up with having this next poem read to you on Christmas Eve?  Children all over the world love this Christmas poem, with its promise of reindeers, Santa and presents.  It is a classic for a reason!

Magic Reindeer Food

Author Unknown

Be sure to take this magic food
and sprinkle it on the lawn.

On Christmas Eve, Santa’s reindeers
travel miles before the dawn.

The smell of oats and glitter
will guide them on their way.

And you’ll wake up to Santa’s gifts
on merry Christmas day!

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Who doesn’t love Santa?  This next Christmas poem is beloved by kindergarteners and older children alike.

Santa

Author Unknown

Two merry blue eyes
A very little nose
A long snowy beard
And cheeks like a rose
A round, chubby man
A big, bulging pack
Hurrah for old Santa
We’re glad he’s come back!

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Santa cannot work his magic without his team of reindeer!  Kids love this next Christmas poem as it lets them be free to imagine themselves as Santa’s reindeer, flying through the sky to deliver gifts to all the waiting children.

I’m a Little Reindeer

Author Unknown

I’m a little reindeer,
Ready to fly.
I’ll pull Santa’s sleigh
Up in the sky.
Christmas is here,
We can’t be late.
All the children
Just cannot wait!

Christmas Poems for Children I'm a Little Reindeer by an Unknown Author

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Kids, no matter the age, will have a good laugh at this humorous Christmas poem 🙂

Snowball

By Shel Silverstein

I made myself a snowball,
As perfect as could be,
I thought I’d keep it as a pet,
And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pyjamas,
And a pillow for its head.
Then last night it ran away,
But first, it wet the bed!

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Little children will love this next Christmas poem because it expresses how much they want Santa to arrive with his sackful of gifts.

Poem for Santa

Author Unknown

Stockings are hung
Christmas carols are sung

Each child is in bed
Slumber stories are read

It’s that magical night
When reindeer take flight

In your sleigh you do sit
(With toys – a tight fit!)

This key is for you
Dear Santa, it’s true

A long wait it’s been
We beg you – come in!

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Young children will love this Christmas poem, and be delighted that a hungry little bunny ate the snowman’s nose.

If you wanted to incorporate this holiday poem into a craft activity, (in a kindergarten setting or at home), have the kids make a snowman and a bunny with cardboard (for the shape) and cotton balls (for the snow on the snowman and the fur on the bunny).

Have them also make a orange carrot-stick nose for the snowman — which is detachable — so that when the bunny eats it, it can “disappear”.

A Chubby Snowman

Author Unknown

A chubby little snowman
had a carrot nose.
Along came a bunny,
and what do you suppose?

That hungry little bunny,
looking for some lunch,
Grabbed that snowman’s nose,
Nibble, nibble, crunch!

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This Christmas poem for kids expresses how hard it is to wait for Christmas morning!  It always seems an eternity away.

The Day Before Christmas

Author Unknown

We have been helping with the cake,
And licking out the pan,
And wrapping up our packages,
As neatly as we can.
We have hung our stockings up,
Beside the open grate.
And now there’s nothing more to do,
Except
To
Wait.

Christmas Poems for Kids Aged 6 to 12

If you have fond memories of your mom buzzing around the house preparing for Christmas, you’ll appreciate this next Christmas poem.

If you are that mom who goes to the extra effort to make Christmas a magical time for your kids, then this poem is also for you!

Mom is Making Christmas

By Vicky A. Luong

Cookies baking in the kitchen,
The smell floats through the air;
Mom is making Christmas
with her usual merry flair

The house she gaily decorated,
Each gift she stiched with love,
And we’ll gather around the Christmas tree
for an evening of old-fashioned fun

This evening she’ll sing a carol for us
With her angel’s voice.
Yes, Mom is making Christmas,
A true reason to rejoice.

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Are your kids on tender hooks for Christmas to arrive?  This next Christmas poem captures how hard waiting is!

I’ve Been Waiting for Christmas

Author Unknown

I’ve been waiting for Christmas,
And it’s almost here.

I’ve been waiting for Christmas,
Santa’s getting near.

Can’t you hear the sleigh bells ringing?
Reindeer up so high.

Can’t you hear the children singing,
As they watch the sky?

Christmas Poems for Children I've Been Waiting for Christmas

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This next Christmas poem may provide your kids with some extra incentive to help around the house and keep their rooms tidy.  All’s fair in love and war — as well as in parenting…lol.

Santa’s Watching

Author Unknown

Christmas time is coming,
It’s time we must be good,
For Santa’s watching everyday,
And we forgot we should.

Clean our room and wash the car,
Help mom with every chore,
For presents we are after,
And a good one we must score.

No time to chat, no time to play,
There’s dishes to be done.
There will be time later,
For us to have some fun!

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Children all over the world are familiar with this Christmas classic.  This excerpt from Dr. Seuss’s famous books is a wonderful reminder about the true meaning of Christmas.

The Grinch (Excerpt)

By Dr. Seuss

And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so?
It came without ribbons. It came without tags.
It came without packages, boxes or bags.
And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before.
What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store?
What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more?

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This is another classic Christmas poem for kids.

According to Wikipedia:  “The poem has been called ‘arguably the best-known verses ever written by an American’ and is largely responsible for some of the conceptions of Santa Claus from the mid-nineteenth century to today.  It has had a massive impact on the history of Christmas gift-giving.

“Before the poem gained wide popularity, American ideas had varied considerably about Saint Nicholas and other Christmastide visitors. ‘A Visit from St. Nicholas’ eventually was set to music and has been recorded by many artists.”

Twas the Night Before Christmas

By Clement Clarke Moore

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ’kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ’ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

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This Christmas poem for children is a top favourite.

The character of Rudolph was created in 1939 by Robert May as an assignment for a Chicago-based department store, which wanted a colouring book to give away to its customers.

May considered naming the reindeer “Reginald” or “Rollo” before settling on the name “Rudolph.”

May’s brother-in-law, Johnny Marks, adapted the story of Rudolph into a song.  The song was subsequently recorded by Gene Autry and went on to become a No. 1 hit on the Billboard pop singles chart the week of Christmas 1949.

Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer

By Johnny Marks

Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer
had a very shiny nose.
And if you ever saw it,
you would even say it glows.

All of the other reindeer
used to laugh and call him names.
They never let poor Rudolph
join in any reindeer games.

Then one foggy Christmas Eve
Santa came to say:
“Rudolph with your nose so bright,
won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?”

Then how the reindeer loved him
and they shouted out with glee:
“Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer,
you’ll go down in history!”

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This Christmas poem for kids celebrates carollers that regale us with festive songs, no matter how cold and frosty the night is.

This beloved poem was first printed in “The Night Before Christmas and Other Popular Stories For Children,” a beautiful illustrated children’s book published in 1903.

The Little Christmas Carollers

By L.A. Franc

We are a band of carollers,
We march through frost and snow,
But care not for the weather
As on our way we go.
At every hall or cottage
That stands upon our way,
We stop to give the people
Best wishes for the day.
We pray a merry Christmas,
Made bright by Christmas cheer,
With peace, and hope, and gladness
And all they may hold dear.
And for all those that happen
To pass us on our way
We have a smile, and wish them
A merry Christmas-day.

Christmas Poems for Children The Little Christmas Carollers by L A Franc

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Looking for a poem that celebrates all the things that children love about Christmas—carollers, stockings, toys, and magic—to read to them?  Look no further.

Christmas

By M.E. Miro

Christmas is more than a day in December
It’s all of those things that we love to remember
Its carolers singing familiar refrains
Bright colored stockings and shiny toy trains
Streamers of tinsel and glass satin balls
Laughter that rings through the house and its halls
Christmas is more than a day in December
Its the magic and the love That we’ll always remember

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This Christmas poem for kids is about the fun anticipation of Santa’s arrival.

When Santa Claus Comes

 Author Unknown

A good time is coming, I wish it were here,
The very best time in the whole of the year;
I’m counting each day on my fingers and thumbs —
the weeks that must pass before Santa Claus comes.
Then when the first snowflakes begin to come down,
And the wind whistles sharp and the branches are brown,
I’ll not mind the cold, though my fingers it numbs,
For it brings the time nearer when Santa Claus comes.

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This Christmas poem has an interesting history and is a favourite of children everywhere.

The original version of this poem was written by Emily Huntington Miller.  The original version consisted of the first verse, and was published in December 1865.  This Christmas poem was later expanded and set to music.

The music has been attributed to John Piersol McCaskey, a school principal and former Mayor of Lancaster, Pennsylvania, who claimed to have written the song in 1867.

The “Johnny” mentioned in the song who wants a pair of skates is McCaskey’s late son, John, who died as a child.

Jolly Old Saint Nicholas

By John Piersol McCaskey

Jolly old Saint Nicholas,
Lean your ear this way,
Don’t you tell a single soul
What I’m going to say.
Christmas Eve is coming soon,
Now you dear old man,
Whisper what you’ll bring to me,
Tell me if you can.

When the clock is striking twelve,
When I’m fast asleep,
Down the chimney, broad and black,
With your pack you’ll creep.
All the stockings you will find,
Hanging in a row,
Mine will be the shortest one,
You’ll be sure to know.

Johnny wants a pair of skates,
Susie wants a sled,
Nelly wants a picturebook,
Yellow, blue and red,
Now I think I’ll leave to you
What to give the rest;
Choose for me, dear Santa Claus,
You will know the best.

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Christmas Poems for Kids Aged 13 to 18

Christmas Poems for Kids Aged 13 to 18

This Christmas poem is filled with beautiful, descriptive imagery, like “icy-window filigree” and “sweet-voiced carols in the air,” and is perfect for older children to enjoy.

Christmas Long Ago

By Jo Geis

Frosty days and ice-still nights,
Fir trees trimmed with tiny lights,
Sound of sleigh bells in the snow,
That was Christmas long ago.
Tykes on sleds and shouts of glee,
Icy-window filigree,
Sugarplums and candle glow,
Part of Christmas long ago.
Footsteps stealthy on the stair,
Sweet-voiced carols in the air,
Stocking hanging in a row,
Tell of Christmas long ago.
Starry nights so still and blue,
Good friends calling out to you,
Life, so fact, will always slow…
For dreams of Christmas long ago.

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This Christmas poetry is perfect for teenagers, reminding them that the best gifts are those that come from the heart.

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!

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If your kids have siblings that they frequently squabble with, this Christmas poem promises a time of peace and harmony.

Reason for the Season

Author Unknown

When eggnog’s generously filling
Each and every Christmas mug
And siblings tour miles and miles
To greet you with a hug
There’s scarce else I’ll be wishing
Than this simple little prayer
Of peace and calm and blessings much
On Christmas Day this year.

Christmas Poems for Children The Reason for the Season by an Unknown Author

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Famed American poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote the poem “Christmas Bells” on December 25, 1864, shortly before the end of the American Civil War

Longfellow crafted this poem to express the years of despair from the horrors of the war that had raged across the states, but ends the poem with a message of hope.

The original poem had seven stanzas, but in 1872 John Baptiste Calkin took out two stanzas referencing the American Civil War and gave us the memorable Christmas carol we know today as “I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day.”

This Christmas poem for kids and adults alike is beloved all around the world.

I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day

By Henry Wadsworth 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!

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till, ringing, singing on its way
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime,
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The Carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;
‘There is no peace on earth,’ I said;
‘For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!’

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
‘God is not dead; nor doth he sleep!
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men!’

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What reminds you of Christmas?  Is it the Christmas tree and its ornaments?  Is is carols or Christmas dinner?  Is it presents and time with loved ones?

This wonderful Christmas poem celebrates all the joys of Christmas, and the things that make it special for children and their families.

What Reminds You of Christmas?

By Ernestine Northover

A holly wreath hung on the door,
Or presents strewn across the floor,
Tall Christmas tree with baubles bright,
Which fills our hearts with such delight.

Carols sung out in the snow,
A Snowman built with eyes aglow,
Crackers pulled, a song to sing,
Candles lit, and bells that ring.

Roasted turkey, which tastes divine,
Rich, fruit cake, with an iced design,
No, the most important reminder of all,
Is the birth of a babe in an Ox’s stall.

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Do you love having a white Christmas?  Author Carla Jean Laglia Esely certainly does, and celebrates the beauty of the season with this gorgeous Christmas poem.

It is the perfect poem for teenagers that enjoy the splendours of winter.

A White Christmas

By Carla Jean Laglia Esely

Twas the night before Christmas.
With a blanket of white.
That covered the earth all through the night.
The trees sparkled like diamonds.
With a glitter so bright.
That each little twinkle made its own Christmas light.
A hope and a prayer a white Christmas would be.
Awaiting the dawn so all could see.
The beauty and joy a white Christmas does bring.
To the holiday season as carolers sing.
For twas the night before Christmas.
God answered your prayer.
With a blanket of white.
Placed with God’s loving care.

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This Christmas poem for kids celebrates the birth of Baby Jesus and the love He brought to the world.

Once Upon a Christmastime

By Dona M. Maroney

Once upon a Christmastime
The angels sang with joy,
To herald the coming
Of a precious Baby Boy.
Their shouting filled the heavens
And shook the mighty Earth,
And sent the shepherds searching
For the place of His glorious birth.
And when they found the manger
And gazed upon His face,
They knelt in adoration
In that low and holy place.
Oh, Father, fill me with the love
That filled the Earth that night,
A love that reaches throughout the world
And fills it with Your light.

Christmas Poems for Children Once Upon a Christmastime by Dona M Maroney

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Christmas is a time for hope and reconnecting with friends.  This poem expresses all the hopes that we have for people who are important to us.

My Christmas Wish For You

By Kristen M. Saccardi

My Christmas wish for you, my friend
Is not a simple one
For I wish you hope and joy and peace
Days filled with warmth and sun

I wish you love and friendship too
Throughout the coming year
Lots of laughter and happiness
To fill your world with cheer

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 your journeys be short, your burdens light
May your spirit never grow old
May all your clouds have silver linings
And your rainbows pots of gold

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

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Looking for religious Christmas poems for kids?  Consider this next poem that celebrates the birth of the Christ Child, and promises Him all that we are and all that we have.

A Christmas Carol

By Christina Rossetti

In the bleak mid-winter
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 mid-winter
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 sufficed
The Lord God Almighty
Jesus Christ.
Enough for Him, whom cherubim
Worship night and day,
A breastful of milk
And a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom angels
Fall down before,
The ox and ass and camel
Which adore.
Angels and archangels
May have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged the air;
But only His mother
In her maiden bliss
Worshiped 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.

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We love Christmas trees, with their pine smell and evergreen boughs.  This Christmas poem honours our love of Christmas trees and is a favourite of children everywhere.

Little Tree

By E.E. Cummings

little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower

who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see — I will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly

I will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don’t be afraid

look — the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,

put up your little arm
and I’ll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy

then when you’re quite dressed
you’ll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they’ll stare!
oh but you’ll be very proud

and my little sister and I will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we’ll dance and sing
“Noel Noel.”

Best Christian Christmas Poems for Church

Christian Christmas Poems For Sunday School

This Christmas poem is a classic and a Sunday School favourite.  It could easily be recited by young children at a carol concert or Christmas church service.

A Song Was Heard at Christmas

By Timothy Dudley-Smith

A song was heard at Christmas
To wake the midnight sky,

A Saviour’s birth, and peace on earth,
And praise to God on high.

The angels sing at Christmas
With all the hosts above,
And still we sing the newborn King,
His glory and His love.

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This next Christmas poem for Sunday School has words that are simple, but that capture the spirit of this special holiday.

Christmas Lights

By Marie Irish

Bright Christmas Stars shine on high,
Golden stars in the wintery sky;
Christmas candles in windows bright,
Sends greetings 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.

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This poem would make a wonderful addition to any Christmas Sunday School lesson, with its message of friendship of kindness to all people.

There’s More to Christmas…

Author Unknown

There’s more, much more to Christmas
Than candlelight 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,
For goodwill to men!

Christian Christmas Poem by an Unknown Author

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Our collection of Christmas poems for Sunday School would not be complete without this poem about the true meaning of Christmas, which is faith and love.

Christmas Giving

By Iris W. Bray

Christmas is for giving
And for showing that we care,
For honouring 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
Brings 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!

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This Christmas poem for Sunday School welcomes the birth of Baby Jesus.

A Little Carol

By Evaleen Stein

Welcome, little Brother!
Lowly, holy One!
Hail thee, Virgin Mother,
More than any other
Blessed in thy Son!

Child, since the poor manger
Once thou didst not scorn,
Rest thee, little Stranger,
Folded from all danger,
In our hearts new-born!

Nestle thus, we pray thee,
In our love’s caress;
Fain we are to pay thee
Worship, and obey thee,
Babe, and Prince no less!

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Children at Sunday School will love this Christmas poem about the birth of Baby Jesus in crowded Bethlehem under the starry night sky.

Before the Paling of the Stars

By Christina Georgina Rossetti

Before the paling of the stars,
Before the winter morn,
Before the earliest cock crow,
Jesus Christ was born:
Born in a stable,
Cradled in a manger,
In the world his hands had made
Born a stranger.

Priest and king lay fast asleep
In Jerusalem;
Young and old lay fast asleep
In crowded Bethlehem;
Saint and angel, ox and ass,
Kept a watch together
Before the Christmas daybreak
In the winter weather.

Jesus on his mother’s breast
In the stable cold,
Spotless lamb of God was he,
Shepherd of the fold:
Let us kneel with Mary maid,
With Joseph bent and hoary,
With saint and angel, ox and ass,
To hail the King of Glory.

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This traditional Austrian poetry is perfect for Sunday School at Christmas for children of all ages.  It evokes imagery of Baby Jesus as a joyful soul, full of happiness and glee.

Bring Your Pipes

Traditional Austrian Poem

Bring your pipes and bring your drum,
Call the shepherds all to come;
Hasten quick, no time to lose,
Don’t forget your dancing shoes.
Frolic we right merrily:
He will laugh with happy glee,
Yes, and smile, and we will dance,
While He claps His tiny hands.

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Kids will enjoy this Christmas poetry that draws a comparison between the letter “J” in Jesus, and the shape of their favourite Christmas candy!  This religious poem could be used in class room art projects (using real candy canes if possible!)

Candy Cane

Author Unknown

Look at a candy cane, what do you see?
Stripes that are red like the blood shed for me!
White for my Savior, Who’s sinless and pure!
“J” is for Jesus, My Lord that’s for sure!
Turn it around and a staff you will see,
Jesus, my Shepherd, is coming for me!

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This Christian Christmas poem is perfect for Sunday School.  The kids could rehearse this poem to present at a church services or carol concerts.  The words are simple enough for even the youngest children to participate.

The Christmas Story

By Leanne Guenther

Once upon a time,
A long, long time ago.
Begins the story of a baby,
That most of you should know.

His daddy’s name was Joseph,
And Mary was His mom,
This babe was very special
He was God’s only Son.

Some angels came from heaven,
And they began to sing.

To the shepherds in the fields below,
“Glad tidings do we bring!”

A bright star lit the heavens,
To light the magi’s way,
To the baby in the manger
Who was born on Christmas day.

And all who gathered round Him,
Rejoiced and praised His birth.
For the babe, the King, named Jesus,
Is our Saviour here on earth!

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This spiritual Christmas poem is very well-known, particularly the last verse, and a favourite at Sunday School.

In the Bleak Mid-Winter

By Christina Georgina Rossetti

In the bleak mid-winter, 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 sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.

Enough for Him, Whom cherubim, worship night and day,
A 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.

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This is one of our favourite Christian Christmas poems.  Kids love this poem about little donkey’s journey to Bethlehem.  You could ask children attending Sunday School to draw and paint pictures of the little donkey.

Little Donkey

Author Unknown

Little donkey, little donkey,
On the dusty road.
Got to keep on plodding onwards,
With your precious load.

Been a long time, little donkey,
Through the winter’s night.
Don’t give up now, little donkey,
Bethlehem’s in sight.

Little donkey, little donkey,
Had a heavy day.
Little donkey, carry Mary
safely on her way.

Do not falter, little donkey,
There’s a star ahead.
It will guide you, little donkey,
To a cattle shed.

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This is a second poem in our Christian Christmas poem collection that explains why the candy cane is a wonderful symbol of the true meaning of Christmas.  Kids are sure to love and appreciate this sweet poem!

Sweet Symbol

Author Unknown

A significant symbol of Christmas
Is the simple candy cane.
It’s shape is the crook of the shepherd
One of the first who came.

The lively peppermint flavor is
The regal gift of spice.
The white is Jesus’ purity.
The red is sacrifice.

The narrow stripes are friendship.
And the nearness of his love.
Eternal, sweet compassion
A gift from God above.

The candy cane reminds us all
of how much God cared.
And like His Christmas gift to use
It’s meant to be broken and shared.

Christmas Christian Poem Sweet Symbol by an Unknown Author

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This Christmas Poem for Sunday School commemorates that three wisemen that travelled far and wide so that they could worship Baby Jesus.  As part of a craft project for Sunday School, the kids would make paper crowns and jewel boxes to represent the riches the three wisemen brought the newborn babe.

The Kings From the East

By Heinrich Heine

“Dear children,” they asked in every town,
Three kings from the land of the sun,
“Which is the road to Bethlehem?”
But neither the old nor the young

Could tell, so the kings rode on:
Their guide was a golden star,
Which glittered ahead of them, high in the air,
So clear, so very clear.

The star stood still over Joseph’s house,
They all of them stepped in:
The good ox lowed and the little child cried,
And the kings began to sing.

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At Christmas time, not only do we think about Jesus’ sacrifice for us by leaving heaven, we think about what we can do to thank him.  This religious Christmas poetry says that no sacrifice for Jesus is too much.

If I Am…

Author Unknown

If I am a king,
my crown I will give to him.
If I am a caroler,
I’ll sing to Him the best hymns.
If I am a shepherd,
the best lamb I’ll bring
If I am an angel, I’d give Him my wings.

If I am the wise man,
I’d give my wealth away.
If I am a soldier,
I’ll die for Him all the way.
But I’m just a poor little boy,
with nothing much to give,
but to offer my little hands
and my little feet.

To glorify the one in the manger that was born,
the hope and light of this mixed-up world.
I give my heart to the one that was born to die,
and brings freedom to all mankind.

I am just a little boy today,
I’ll do bigger things for Him one day.
I’d give my life, my all, to the One who calls me.
Jesus Christ was born to set me free,
and this is what Christmas means to me.

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This is another favourite children’s Christmas poem.  It can be recited by the Sunday School class at a church service or carol concert.

Just a Little Donkey

Author Unknown

Just a little donkey,
but on my back I bore
the one and only Saviour
the world was waiting for.

Just a little donkey,
but I was strong and proud;
I gladly carried Mary
through the chaos of the crowd.

I brought her to a stable
where she made a tiny bed…
A place for Baby Jesus
to lay His little head.

I pray the world remembers
that special Christmas night,
when just a little donkey
carried Heaven’s precious light.

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No collection of Christian Christmas poems for kids is complete without this next poem.  It conveys the joy of the birth of Christ, and celebrates His eternal love.

Jesus was Born on Christmas

Author Unknown

Jesus was born on Christmas,
on a very holy night,
and in the sky above Him,
shone the very brightest light.

All of the heavenly angels,
Sang a song to praise His name.
They told the lowly shepherds,
so they left their sheep and came.

From the east the wisemen roam,
bringing precious gift to share.
Riches for the King of Kings,
to show the Saviour that they care.

Now we celebrate His birthday,
in our hearts and everyday.
Jesus in your humble manger,
your true love is here to stay.

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Religious Christmas Poems

Religious Christmas Readings for Sunday School

This first reading would make a great Sunday School presentation to the church at Christmas time.

Make large, cards with the letters A thru Z (26 cards) – use 8 1/2×11 inch cardstock to make the cards (or cut pieces of poster board into quarters).  The children can make the letters with poster paint, markers, wrapping paper or construction paper.

Have the middle aged children read the bold parts of the poem and the older children read the corresponding Bible quotes, while the youngest children hold up their alphabet cards at the appropriate time in the poem.

A Christmas Alphabet Poem

Author Unknown

A is for Angels, appearing so bright, telling of Jesus that first Christmas night.
“And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host.”
Luke 2:13.

B is for Bethlehem, crowded and old, birthplace of Jesus by prophet foretold.
“But thou, Bethlehem Ephratah, out of thee shall he come forth unto me that is to be ruler in Israel.”
Micah 5:2.

C is for Cattle, their manger His bed, there in the trough where He laid His head.
“And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes,
and laid him in a manger.”
Luke 2:7.

D is for David and his ancient throne promised forever to Jesus alone.
“He shall be great, and shall be called the Son of the Highest; and the Lord God
shall give unto him the throne of his father David.”
Luke 1:32.

E is for East, where shone the bright star which Magi on camels followed afar.
“Behold, there came wise men from the east asking ‘Where is the king of the Jews?’”
Matthew 2:1,2.

F is for Frankincense, with myrrh and gold, brought by the Wise Men as Matthew has told.
“And when they had opened their treasurers, they presented unto him gifts gold, frankincense, and myrrh.”
Matthew 2:11.

G is for God, who from heaven above sent down to mankind the Son of His love.
“For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in him should not perish
but have everlasting life.”
John 3:16.

H is for Herod, whose murderous scheme was told to Joseph in a nocturnal dream.
“The angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream, saying, Arise and take the young child and his mother and flee into Egypt… for Herod will seek the young child to destroy him.”
Matthew 2:13.

I is for Immanuel, “God with us,” for Christ brought man back to the Father’s house.
“Behold, a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel.”
Isaiah 7:14.

J is for Joseph so noble and just, obeying God’s word with absolute trust.
“Then Joseph being raised from sleep did as the angel of the Lord had bidden him, and took unto him his wife.”
Matthew 1:24.

K is for King. A true king He would be, coming in power and authority.
“Rejoice greatly, O daughter of Zion; shout, O daughter of Jerusalem; behold, the King cometh unto thee;
he is just, and having salvation.”
Zechariah 9:9.

L is for Love that He brought down to earth God enfleshed in lowly birth.
“In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because God sent his only begotten Son into the world,
that we might live through him.” 1 John 4:9.

M is for Mary, His mother so brave, counting God faithful and mighty to save.
“And Mary said, Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it unto me according to thy word.”
Luke 1:38.

N is for Night, when the Savior was born for nations of earth and people forlorn.
“And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.”
Luke 2:8.

O is for Omega, meaning “the last;” He’s eternal present, future and past.
“I am the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last.”
Revelation 22:13.

P is for Prophets, when living on earth foretold His redemption and blessed birth.
“I see him, but not now; I behold him, but not near.
A star will come out of Jacob; a sceptre will rise out of Israel.”
Numbers 24:17.

Q is for Quickly, as shepherds who heard hastened to act on that heavenly word.
“And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger.”
Luke 2:16.

R is for Rejoice.  The sorrow of sin is banished forever when Jesus comes in.
“And you will have joy and gladness; and many will rejoice at his birth.”
Luke 1:14.

S is for Savior.  To be this He came; the angel of God assigned Him His name.
“She will bring forth a son, and you will call his name JESUS,
for he will save his people from their sins.”
Matthew 1:21.

T is for Tidings of joy, not of danger, telling of Him who was laid in a manger.
“And the angel said unto them, Fear not for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy,
which shall be to all people.”
Luke 2:10.

U is for Us, to whom Jesus was given to show us the way and take us to heaven.
“For unto you is born this day in the city of David, a Savior, which is Christ the Lord.”
Luke 2:11.

V is for Virgin, foretold by the sage, God’s revelation on prophecy’s page.
“Behold, a virgin shall be with child, and shall bring forth a Son, and they shall call his name Emmanuel,
which being interpreted is, God with us.”
Matthew 1:23.

W is for Wonderful, His works and His words, the King of all Kings, the Lord of all Lords.
“For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given… and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor,
The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.”
Isaiah 9:6.

X is for Christ. It’s X in the Greek, Anointed, Messiah, mighty, yet meek.
“God anointed Jesus of Nazareth with the Holy Spirit and with power.”
Acts 10:38.

Y is for Yes, called God’s Yes in His Word; God’s answer to all is Jesus the Lord.
“For all the promises of God in him are yea, and in him Amen, unto the glory of God by us.”
2 Corinthians 1:20.

Z is for Zeal as it burned in Christ’s heart. Lord, by thy Spirit to us zeal impart.
“And his disciples remembered that it was written, the zeal of your house has eaten me up.”
John 2:17.

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Robert Louis Stevenson’s beautiful Christmas prayer encourages readers to reflect on the true meaning of Christmas.

A Christmas Prayer

By Robert Louis Stevenson

Loving Father,
help us remember the birth of Jesus,
that we may share in the song of the angels,
the gladness of the shepherds,
and worship of the wise men.

Close the door of hate
and open the door of love all over the world.
Let kindness come with every gift
and good desires with every greeting.
Deliver us from evil by the blessing
which Christ brings,
and teach us to be merry with clear hearts.

May the Christmas morning
make us happy to be thy children,
and Christmas evening bring us to our beds
with grateful thoughts,
forgiving and forgiven,
for Jesus’ sake.

Amen.

Christian Christmas Poem A Christmas Prayer by Robert Louis Stevenson

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This Bible reading from the Old Testament foretells the birth of Jesus who will save us from our sins.

Isaiah 9:6

For unto us a Child is born,
For unto us a Son is given;
and the government shall be upon His shoulders,
and His name shall be called wonderful, counsellor,
the Mighty God, the Everlasting Father,
the Prince of Peace.

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Capture young children’s attention with this sweet Christmas reading about the star of Bethlehem, a story told by Mother Moon to the little stars that surround her.

A Christmas Star

By Katherine Pyle

“Come now, my dear little stars,” said Mother Moon, “and I will tell you the Christmas story.”

Every morning for a week before Christmas, Mother Moon used to call all the little stars around her and tell them a story.

It was always the same story, but the stars never wearied of it. It was the story of the Christmas star — the Star of Bethlehem.

When Mother Moon had finished the story the little stars always said: “And the star is shining still, isn’t it, Mother Moon,
even if we can’t see it?”

And Mother Moon would answer: “Yes, my dears, only now it shines for men’s hearts instead of their eyes.”

Then the stars would bid the Mother Moon good-night and put on their little blue nightcaps and go to bed in the sky chamber; for the stars’ bedtime is when people down on the earth are beginning to waken and see that it is morning.

But that particular morning when the little stars said good-night and went quietly away, one golden star still
lingered beside Mother Moon.

“What is the matter, my little star?” asked the Mother Moon. “Why don’t you go with your little sisters?”

“Oh, Mother Moon,” said the golden star. “I am so sad! I wish I could shine for some one’s heart like that star of wonder
that you tell us about.”

“Why, aren’t you happy up here in the sky country?” asked Mother Moon.

“Yes, I have been very happy,” said the star; “but tonight it seems just as if I must find some heart to shine for.”

“Then if that is so,” said Mother Moon, “the time has come, my little star, for you to go through the Wonder Entry.”

“The Wonder Entry? What is that?” asked the star. But the Mother Moon made no answer.

Rising, she took the little star by the hand and led it to a door that it had never seen before.

The Mother Moon opened the door, and there was a long dark entry; at the far end was shining a little speck of light.

“What is this?” asked the star.

“It is the Wonder Entry; and it is through this that you must go to find the heart where you belong,” said the Mother Moon.

Then the little star was afraid.

It longed to go through the entry as it had never longed for anything before; and yet it was afraid and clung to the Mother Moon.

But very gently, almost sadly, the Mother Moon drew her hand away. “Go, my child,” she said.

Then, wondering and trembling, the little star stepped into the Wonder Entry, and the door of the sky house closed behind it.

The next thing the star knew it was hanging in a toy shop with a whole row of other stars blue and red and silver. It itself was gold. The shop smelled of evergreen, and was full of Christmas shoppers, men and women and children; but of them all, the star looked at no one but a little boy standing in front of the counter;
for as soon as the star saw the child it knew that he was the one to whom it belonged.

The little boy was standing beside a sweet-faced woman in a long black veil and he was not looking at anything in particular.

The star shook and trembled on the string that held it, because it was afraid lest the child would not see it, or lest, if he did, he would not know it as his star.

The lady had a number of toys on the counter before her, and she was saying: “Now I think we have presents for every one: There’s the doll for Lou, and the game for Ned, and the music box for May; and then the rocking horse and the sled.”

Suddenly the little boy caught her by the arm. “Oh, mother,” he said. He had seen the star.

“Well, what is it, darling?” asked the lady.

“Oh, mother, just see that star up there! I wish – oh, I do wish I had it.”

“Oh, my dear, we have so many things for the Christmas tree,” said the mother.

“Yes, I know, but I do want the star,” said the child.

“Very well,” said the mother, smiling; “then we will take that, too.”

So the star was taken down from the place where it hung and wrapped up in a piece of paper, and all the while it thrilled with joy, for now it belonged to the little boy.

It was not until the afternoon before Christmas, when the tree was being decorated,
that the golden star was unwrapped and taken out from the paper.

“Here is something else,” said the sweet-faced lady. “We must hang this on the tree. Paul took such a fancy to it that I had to get it for him. He will never be satisfied unless we hang it on too.”

“Oh, yes,” said some one else who was helping to decorate the tree; “we will hang it here on the very top.”

So the little star hung on the highest branch of the Christmas-tree.

That evening all the candles were lighted on the Christmas tree, and there were so many that they fairly dazzled the eyes; and the gold and silver balls, the fairies and the glass fruits, shone and twinkled in the light;
and high above them all shone the golden star.

At seven o’clock a bell was rung, and then the folding doors of the room where the Christmas tree stood were thrown open,
and a crowd of children came trooping in.

They laughed and shouted and pointed, and all talked together, and after a while there was music,
and presents were taken from the tree and given to the children.

How different it all was from the great wide, still sky house!

But the star had never been so happy in all its life; for the little boy was there.

He stood apart from the other children, looking up at the star, with his hands clasped behind him,
and he did not seem to care for the toys and the games.

At last it was all over. The lights were put out, the children went home, and the house grew still.

Then the ornaments on the tree began to talk among themselves.

“So that is all over,” said a silver ball. “It was very gay this evening — the gayest Christmas I remember.”

“Yes,” said a glass bunch of grapes; “the best of it is over. Of course people will come to look at us for several days yet, but it won’t be like this evening.”

“And then I suppose we’ll be laid away for another year,” said a paper fairy. “Really it seems hardly worth while. Such a few days out of the year and then to be shut up in the dark box again. I almost wish I were a paper doll.”

The bunch of grapes was wrong in saying that people would come to look at the Christmas-tree the next few days, for it stood neglected in the library and nobody came near it. Everybody in the house went about very quietly, with anxious faces; for the little boy was ill.

At last, one evening, a woman came into the room with a servant. The woman wore the cap and apron of a nurse.

“That is it,” she said, pointing to the golden star. The servant climbed up on some steps and took down the star and put it in the nurse’s hand, and she carried it out into the hall and upstairs to a room where the little boy lay.

The sweet-faced lady was sitting by the bed, and as the nurse came in she held out her hand for the star.

“Is this what you wanted, my darling?” she asked, bending over the little boy.

The child nodded and held out his hands for the star;
and as he clasped it a wonderful, shining smile came over his face.

The next morning the little boy’s room was very still and dark.

The golden piece of paper that had been the star lay on a table beside the bed, its five points very sharp and bright.

But it was not the real star, any more than a person’s body is the real person.

The real star was living and shining now in the little boy’s heart, and it had gone out with him into a new and more beautiful sky country than it had ever known before — the sky country where the little child angels live,
each one carrying in its heart its own particular star.

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The Christian Christmas reading is about the spirit of truly giving and at how any age, people can be selfless.  It is a beautiful reading about the true meaning of Christmas.

Little Gretchen and the Wooden Shoe

By Elizabeth Harrison

Once upon a time, so long ago that everybody has forgotten the date, in a city in the north of Europe, with such a hard name that nobody can ever remember it, there was a little seven-year-old boy named Wolff, whose parents were dead, who lived with a cross and stingy old aunt, who never thought of kissing him more than once a year and
who sighed deeply whenever she gave him a bowlful of soup.

But the poor little fellow had such a sweet nature that in spite of everything, he loved the old woman, although he was terribly afraid of her and could never look at her ugly old face without shivering.

As this aunt of little Wolff was known to have a house of her own and an old woollen stocking full of gold, she had not dared to send the boy to a charity school; but, in order to get a reduction in the price, she had so wrangled with the master of the school, to which little Wolff finally went, that this bad man, vexed at having a pupil so poorly dressed and paying so little, often punished him unjustly, and even prejudiced his companions against him, so that the three boys, all sons of rich parents, made a drudge and laughing stock of the little fellow.

The poor little one was thus as wretched as a child could be and used to hide himself in corners to weep
whenever Christmas time came.

It was the schoolmaster’s custom to take all his pupils to the midnight mass on Christmas Eve,
and to bring them home again afterward.

Now, as the winter this year was very bitter, and as heavy snow had been falling for several days, all the boys came well bundled up in warm clothes, with fur caps pulled over their ears, padded jackets, gloves and knitted mittens, and strong, thick-soled boots. Only little Wolff presented himself shivering in the poor clothes he used to wear both weekdays and Sundays and having on his feet only thin socks in heavy wooden shoes.

His naughty companions noticing his sad face and awkward appearance, made many jokes at his expense; but the little fellow was so busy blowing on his fingers, and was suffering so much with chilblains, that he took no notice of them.
So the band of youngsters, walking two and two behind the master, started for the church.

It was pleasant in the church, which was brilliant with lighted candles; and the boys excited by the warmth took advantage of the music of the choir and the organ to chatter among themselves in low tones. They bragged about the fun that was awaiting them at home. The mayor’s son had seen, just before starting off, an immense goose ready stuffed and dressed for cooking. At the alderman’s home there was a little pine-tree with branches laden down with oranges, sweets, and toys. And the lawyer’s cook had put on her cap with such care, as she never thought of taking unless she was expecting something very good!

Then they talked, too, of all that the Christ-Child was going to bring them, of all he was going to put in their shoes which, you might be sure, they would take good care to leave in the chimney place before going to bed; and the eyes of these little urchins, as lively as a cage of mice, were sparkling in advance over the joy they would have when they awoke in the morning and saw the pink bag full of sugar-plums, the little lead soldiers ranged in companies in their boxes, the menageries smelling of varnished wood, and the magnificent jumping-jacks in purple and tinsel.

Alas! Little Wolff knew by experience that his old miser of an aunt would send him to bed supperless, but, with childlike faith and certain of having been, all the year, as good and industrious as possible, he hoped that the Christ-Child would not forget him, and so he, too, planned to place his wooden shoes in good time in the fireplace.

Midnight mass over, the worshippers departed, eager for their fun, and the band of pupils always walking two and two, and following the teacher, left the church.

Now, in the porch and seated on a stone bench set in the niche of a painted arch, a child was sleeping, a child in a white woollen garment, but with his little feet bare, in spite of the cold. He was not a beggar, for his garment was white and new, and near him on the floor was a bundle of carpenter’s tools.

In the clear light of the stars, his face, with its closed eyes, shone with an expression of divine sweetness, and his long, curling, blond locks seemed to form a halo about his brow. But his little child’s feet,
made blue by the cold of this bitter December night, were pitiful to see!

The boys so well clothed for the winter weather passed by quite indifferent to the unknown child; several of them, sons of the notables of the town, however, cast on the vagabond looks in which could be read all the scorn of the rich for the poor, of the well-fed for the hungry.

But little Wolff, coming last out of the church, stopped, deeply touched, before the beautiful sleeping child.

“Oh, dear!” said the little fellow to himself, “this is frightful! This poor little one has no shoes and stockings in this bad weather, and, what is still worse, he has not even a wooden shoe to leave near him to-night while he sleeps,
into which the little Christ-Child can put something good to soothe his misery.”

And carried away by his loving heart, Wolff drew the wooden shoe from his right foot, laid it down before the sleeping child, and, as best he could, sometimes hopping, sometimes limping with his sock wet by the snow,
he went home to his aunt.

“Look at the good-for-nothing!” cried the old woman, full of wrath at the sight of the shoeless boy.
“What have you done with your shoe, you little villain?”

Little Wolff did not know how to lie, so, although trembling with terror when he saw the rage of the old shrew,
he tried to relate his adventure.

But the miserly old creature only burst into a frightful fit of laughter.

“Aha! So my young gentleman strips himself for the beggars. Aha! My young gentleman breaks his pair of shoes for a bare-foot! Here is something new, forsooth. Very well, since it is this way, I shall put the only shoe that is left into the chimney-place, and I’ll answer for it that the Christ-Child will put in something tonight to beat you with in the morning!
And you will have only a crust of bread and water to-morrow. And we shall see if the next time,
you will be giving your shoes to the first vagabond that happens along.”

And the wicked woman having boxed the ears of the poor little fellow, made him climb up into the loft
where he had his wretched cubbyhole.

Desolate, the child went to bed in the dark and soon fell asleep, but his pillow was wet with tears.

But behold! The next morning when the old woman, awakened early by the cold, went downstairs, oh, wonder of wonders, she saw the big chimney filled with shining toys, bags of magnificent bonbons, and riches of every sort, and standing out in front of all this treasure, was the right wooden shoe which the boy had given to the little vagabond, yes, and beside it, the one which she had placed in the chimney to hold the bunch of switches.

As little Wolff, attracted by the cries of his aunt, stood in an ecstasy of childish delight before the splendid Christmas gifts, shouts of laughter were heard outside. The woman and child ran out to see what all this meant, and behold!  All the gossips of the town were standing around the public fountain. What could have happened? Oh, a most ridiculous and extraordinary thing!

The children of the richest men in the town, whom their parents had planned to surprise with the most beautiful presents had found only switches in their shoes!

Then the old woman and the child thinking of all the riches in their chimney were filled with fear. But suddenly they saw the priest appear, his countenance full of astonishment. Just above the bench placed near the door of the church, in the very spot where, the night before, a child in a white garment and with bare feet, in spite of the cold, had rested his lovely head,
the priest had found a circlet of gold imbedded in the old stones.

Then, they all crossed themselves devoutly, perceiving that this beautiful sleeping child with the carpenter’s tools had been Jesus of Nazareth himself, who had come back for one hour just as he had been when he used to work in the home of his parents; and reverently they bowed before this miracle,which the good God had done to reward the faith and the love of a little child.

~

 Christmas Poems for Church

Christian Christmas Poems For Church Services

This religious Christmas poem is perfect for church services as it speaks about the true meaning of Christmas, which is about love.

The Meaning of Christmas

Author Unknown

Far away in Bethlehem, a baby boy was born,
Born with neither riches, nor with fame,
Yet wise men came from all around to bring Him their gifts,
And peace was felt by all who heard His name.

Angels watched him as he slept, and gently rocked His bed,
Their voices singing softly in His ear;
His mother and his father both gave thanks to God above
For the greatest gift of all, their Son, so dear.

They knew His life upon this earth would not be filled with wealth,
They also knew He would encounter strife;
But most of all, they knew that He would be a loving Child,
And teach the love of God throughout His life.

At Christmas we celebrate this birth of Jesus Christ,
Let’s keep in mind the truth of Christmas Day;
For it’s not the Christmas wrappings, nor not the gifts that lie within,
But our gift of love to others in every way…

~

When looking for Christmas poems for church services, consider this beautiful sonnet celebrating the birth of Baby Jesus.

Christmas Sonnet

By Douglas Knighton

We gaze, O God, at kids when they arrive.
We stare, amazed as tiny hands and feet
Emerge into the world where they will strive
And work and strain to make their lives complete.
We think of all the effort they’ll expend
To overcome the obstacles they face,
When what they really need’s a royal friend
Who’ll open wide for them the door to grace.
Today we celebrate the child who came
From Jesse’s root and David’s family,
According to the promise in your Word,
Who’ll govern justly in the Father’s name,
Securing grace, for which they’ll happily
Proclaim him as their everlasting Lord.

~

This Christmas poem would be a wonderful addition to any church service.  The cadence of the poem reminds us of classic Christmas hymns like “Hark the Herald Angels Sing.”

The Desire Of All Nations Came

By Margaret Cagle

Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!
The Desire of all nations came!
He came to save us from our sin.
Jesus Christ is His holy name!

All nations desire a leader
Who will bring peace to the earth.
The Desire of all nations came
At the advent of Jesus’ birth.

“Glory to God in the highest!”
Sang the angels, a glorious sight!
“Peace on earth, good will to men.”
The Saviour was born that night!

God sent His only begotten Son
From His home in Heaven above.
God sent His only Son to die
Out of His great, tremendous love!

Jesus came to this earth below.
He came to die for the sins of all.
He arose, and He lives forever.
Upon the Saviour, let us call!

~

This Christmas poem reminds church goers that Christmas should be about remembering Christ and his birth, instead of primarily focusing on getting gifts and food-laden family festivities.

Christmas Time

By Larry D Crawford

Yes, Christmas is the time,
Where little boys and girls.
Will finally receive,
Long sought for special toys.

A time when moms,
Bake cakes and pies.
When folks will gather,
Of renewing family ties.

And ones who rarely smile,
Have grins upon their face.
Those who always hurry by,
Have greetings in there place,

They don’t even comprehend,
They say, “tis the season,”
Go on their merry way,
And never know the reason.

I wonder why that is,
Why all that “peace on earth”
It started in a stable,
With a virgin giving birth.

It’s a love I can’t explain,
I will not even try.
That God would send his son,
Born – just to die.

But isn’t it ironical,
though Him no honor pay,
The world spends its millions
To celebrate His day!

~

This religious poem for church invites us to keep the spirit of Christmas in our hearts every day, and not just on December 25.

Christmas’ True Meaning

By Deborah Ann Belka

Let Christmas’ true meaning,
rise up in you today…
may you see the real splendor
of Jesus’ birth on this day.

May His beauty and grandeur,
cause your heart to sing
may the gift of His excellence
become your eternal spring.

May His majesty you behold,
with all dignity and honour
may the fullness of His truth
glorify His heavenly Father.

May the wonder of His grace,
reveal its magnificence in you
may the gratefulness you feel
be in all you say and do.

Let Christmas’ true meaning,
bring your Saviour near today
may you see the need for Him
today, and every day.

~

This religious Christmas poem is simple, yet captures the joy of Baby Jesus’ birth, as well as the importance of the work He will grow up to do.

Little Baby Jesus

By Deborah Ann Belka

Little baby Jesus,
so soft and so sweet
one day would have nails
pounded into His feet.

Tightly swaddled now,
in His mother’s loving arms
one day He would wear
a crown of prickly thorns.

Small cooing sounds,
He now softly sighs
one day to His Father
He’ll moan forsaken cries.

Wise Men bring to Him,
gifts meant for a King
one day to a cross
His life will painfully cling.

Little baby Jesus,
so soft and so sweet
came into the world
so Satan He could defeat.

~

This Christian Christmas poem is inspired by the Bible prophesy found in Isaiah 9:6: “For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given… and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, the Mighty God, the Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace.”  It would be a perfect poem to read or recite at any church service.

On This Christmas Morn

By Deborah Ann Belka

A promise to the world,
a child to be given
so many years foretold
so all could be forgiven.

Moonless night shining,
with the Morning Star
calling watchful shepherds
to come from afar.

Wise Men carry gifts,
meant for only a King
angels up in heaven
Glory ~ Glory ~ sing.

God became a man,
the Good News is born
begotten Son arrives
on this Christmas morn.

Our mighty God concedes,
to the wickedness of man
the Prince of Peace comes
to bridge the empty span.

Wonderful is His name,
Counselor to the meek
the Son was born of flesh
to give power to the weak.

Our everlasting Father,
knows our fallen state
so He sent His only Son
to save us from our fate.

A promise to the world,
our Lord and Savior is born
sing ~ Praises to His Glory ~
on this Christmas morn.

~


This next Christmas poem is appropriate for church services as it speaks about all the promises that accompanied the birth of Baby Jesus.  Christ is the Truth, the Light, the Way, the Bread of Life, the Door, the Lamb, and the Prince of Peace.

Rejoice This Christmas Day

By Deborah Ann Belka

Unto us a Son was given,
rejoice this Christmas day,
a gift from God to you and I,
the Truth, the Light, the Way.

To the world a Savior’s born,
rejoice this Christmas day,
He fills the soul’s hunger pain,
the Bread, the Life, the Way.

To every heart bound in sin,
rejoice this Christmas day,
the gift of grace will set you free,
the Christ, the Lord, the Way.

To thirsty souls everywhere,
rejoice this Christmas day,
and drink from the Fountain of Life,
the Grace, the Mercy, the Way.

To all those who are heavy-laden,
rejoice this Christmas day,
for He is the Prince of our Peace,
the Door, the Lamb, the Way.

Rejoice on this Christmas day,
your Lord and Saviour is here,
rejoice, I say again rejoice,
let His birth bring your heart cheer.

~

This is one of our favourite religious Christmas poetry because it considers what it personally cost God to send Jesus to our world to save us from our sins.  It must have broken God’s heart to be parted from His Beloved Son.

Christmas: A Part of Christ’s Story

By Margaret Cagle

To me, Christmas has great meaning.
It is really a part of Christ’s story.
He came to this earth to die for us
From His beautiful home in Glory.

I wonder how His own Father felt
When it was time for Him to depart.
When in His love, He sent Jesus,
Did great sadness fill His heart?

God, in His love, sent His only Son.
For our sins, He was crucified.
This was the reason for His coming.
For the sins of mankind, He died.

Christ’s story then continues.
In three days, He arose from the dead.
He then had victory over death,
Just like to His disciples he said.

Jesus is now at God’s right hand,
Interceding for us up in Glory.
If we call on Him to save our souls,
We can be a part of Christ’s story.

~

This poem acknowledges that there are different views about Christmas.  The Christian author states that for her, Christmas is a time to reflect on God’s love in sending His son to die for our sins.

I Celebrate His First Coming

By Margaret Cagle

Some Christians say Christmas is pagan,
While others celebrate and rejoice.
Some are really just indifferent.
We are all free to make our choice.

As for me, I really like Christmas.
It is a time to think of God’s love.
I can thank my great Heavenly Father
For sending His Son from up above.

In His great love, God sent Jesus.
Jesus had a very lowly birth.
On a manger bed, He lay His head
When He first came to the earth.

It might not have been in December.
It could have been another date,
But praise God He came to die for us,
So His first coming, I’ll celebrate.

~

Christmas Readings for Church

Religious Christmas Readings for Church Services

When it comes to Christmas readings for church, consider the nativity story from the Book of Luke.

Luke 2:4-14

And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David,
which is called Bethlehem, to be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.

And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.
And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger;
because there was no room for them in the inn.

And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.

And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.

And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.

For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.

And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.

And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,
“Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.”

~

If you are looking for Christmas readings for church, this next story is about how the birth of Jesus fulfilled the ancient promise that the Lamb of God would be born and save us from our sins.

Shepherds, Angels and a Manger : Christmas poem

By Dr. Ralph F. Wilson

The hundreds of sheep were quiet now, except for an occasional bleat.  Night had fallen, stars were sharp in the nippy sky, and shepherds reclined on a steep hillside above Bethlehem, watching their flocks.

The men talked quietly, their low voices soothing to the animals.  Old Elias had spent his lifetime on these sheepfields.  Then there was Judah ben-Ozzri, twenty years old and cynical.  His uncle had been imprisoned by Roman occupation troops for some minor offense.  When he could, Judah plotted secretly with a unit of Zealot guerrillas.  David, Israel’s greatest king, had been a shepherd on Bethlehem’s hills a millennium before.  As a teenager, David had defeated the giant Goliath and thrown off the yoke of Philistine tyranny.  Judah ben-Ozzri longed to do the same.  If only a Leader, a Deliver, would come
and drive the cursed Romans from their land!

“The lambs will all die before long,” he muttered darkly.  “Only the ewes will survive.”

“Eh?” said Elias, a bit too loudly.  His hearing had faded over the years.

Judah spoke a bit louder, “The ewes will be sheared next summer, and bear more lambs, but the lambs themselves….”

“What?” asked Elias, leaning closer.

“The lambs,” said Judah loudly into his ear, “won’t live beyond Passover. In the Jerusalem temple, they’ll be sacrificed.”

“Ah, Passover in the temple,” returned Elias. “On the Holy Day they’ll sacrifice a lamb for each family.”

Jerusalem and its temple were just six miles north of Bethlehem, and supplying lambs for the Passover sacrifice was these shepherds’ livelihood.

“Passover…” reflected the old man. “I wish I could have seen the first Passover!”

Elias would rather talk than listen, since it was hard for him to catch the words when others spoke.

“Moses was our Deliverer on that first Passover night when God’s judgment fell upon Egypt.”  As he spoke, his listeners could picture the destroying angel that had passed through Egypt.  “The Egyptian firstborn were killed,” said Elias, “but each Israelite slave family had sacrificed a precious lamb, and put its blood across the top and on both sides of their doorways.  Their sins were atoned for, the lamb’s life for theirs.  And God’s terrible judgment passed over them.”

“The ewes will live on,” repeated Judah, “but the lambs will be sacrificed.”

“What?” said Elias, but Judah didn’t say it again.

“I don’t think I’d like to be a lamb,” the youngest shepherd said solemnly.

The shepherds now fell silent, and tugged their heavy cloaks about them to shelter them from the whistling wind.  Their eyes were accustomed to the blackness.  Every few moments they would look up to scan the hills for wolves or thieves.  They weren’t about to lose sheep by carelessness.

All of a sudden their hillside was flooded by the light of a thousand arc lamps, blinding them with its intensity.  When they could finally see, a man in shining apparel stood before them.  “Do not be afraid,” he declared in the ringing voice of a herald.

“I bring you good news of great joy
that will be for all the people.
Today in the town of David
a Deliverer has been born to you.
He is the Lord’s Messiah.”

“The Messiah! The Deliverer!” breathed Judah ben-Ozzri.  “He is come at last to set our people free.”

They could scarcely comprehend. Good news! Great joy!  In the town of David, the Son of David is born this night.  The Lord’s Messiah! The shining man, glowing with the very Shekinah glory of God, had declared it.  It must be so!

The angel continued: “This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying an a manger.”

What a strange sign.  But there was no time to think.

Now the shining angel drew himself to full height, and as he opened out his arms, the radiance and glory upon him began to spread until it covered rank after rank of angels, the heavenly host, the army of God himself — more and more, company after company, battalion after battalion, began to fill the sky.  And now they began to chant, to shout in unison.

“Glory to God in highest.”

The sound bounced off the hills and echoed from the valleys, like the rumble of thunder, like the roar of a great waterfall, the shout of triumph reverberated.  The shout of worship, the shout of honor, the shout of glorious praise.

“Glory to God in the highest,” they shouted together with one enormous voice of worship.

“Glory to God in the highest,” they chanted in unison, the overwhelming resonance blotting out everything else and infecting shepherds with its utter joy.  The host of God, overcome with awe at the archangel words, now shouted again, “Glory to God in the highest!  And on earth Shalom — peace — to those whom God has favored.”

Again and again the waves of praise rolled over the hillsides, until finally the voices began to fade, and only in the distance could the shepherds still hear shouts of “Glory, glory, glory,” that finally diminished to silence at last.  The brilliant light, too, was fading, like the final streaks of sunlight dipping below the horizon and painting the clouds red and pink in departing splendor.

Old Elias was first to speak, “Praise the Lord, dear friends.  We have witnessed what the prophets only dreamed of.”

“Angels,” breathed the youngest.

“The hosts of God’s army,” said Judah.

“Something greater still,” Elias said. “The chance to see the Lord’s Messiah with our own eyes. You heard the angel. He’s here, yonder in Bethlehem, and we must find him.  The angel told us how — a baby, wrapped in the swaddling bands of a newborn, lying in a manger…. A manger,” repeated the old man.

You could find dozens of cattle troughs if you searched all the outlying farms, but a manger with a newborn lying in it — that was the sign!  In Bethlehem itself, Elias could think of just one — inside a cave at the very edge of town where travelers’ animals were quartered.  The old man careened down the hillside at a pace that left the younger shepherds breathless.  He was ahead of them now, almost running to the cave behind the inn.

When they finally caught up, the old man was standing at the doorway to the cave, tears running down his cheeks.

“The Son of David,” he was saying, “The Lord’s Messiah.  The Deliverer has come.”

The shepherds moved inside and knelt at the manger, peering at the sleeping baby boy, all tightly wrapped in swaddling bands.

The youngest explained to the mother, “An angel told us,” he stammered, “and then thousands, millions of angels filled the sky, lit up with God’s light. ‘Glory to God,’ they shouted, and we joined them until we were hoarse, until they were gone.”

Then Elias addressed her. “Young woman, mother of this blessed Child.  You are one of the favored ones of whom the angels spoke, upon whom God’s glory and grace is resting tonight.”

You could see her lips form the words, “Yes, I know,” but no voice came.

The old shepherd went on, “The angel told us that your Child is God’s promised Messiah, our Deliverer.”

Then the old man was silent.  He just knelt there for a few more moments.  Finally he rose up, took the mother’s hand, and pressed it with his own. “God has entrusted you to raise his own Son, my dear. Our prayers are with you.”

He motioned his compatriots towards the door, and they got up, leaving the cave and its manger and its Christ-Child.  Nor were the shepherds silent about what they had seen.  They spread the good news far and wide.

Then they went back to their flocks, and carefully tended lambs that were destined for sacrifice on Passover.  And though they could not know or understand it, the baby Deliverer in the manger would not challenge the Roman oppressors, but instead deliver us from the sin and death that oppress us all.  For these lamb-herders had seen God’s Lamb,
born to be a Passover sacrifice for the sins of the entire world.

Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, Shalom, for us all.

~

Still looking for Christmas readings for church?  This next story is about a young Christ child who wanders through a village on Christmas Eve and blesses everyone who welcomes Him into their homes.

Christian Christmas poem : A Story of the Christ-Child – A German Legend for Christmas Eve

As Told By Elizabeth Harrison

Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, on the night before Christmas, a little child was wandering
all alone through the streets of a great city.

There were many people on the street, fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers, uncles and aunts,
and even gray-haired grandfathers and grandmothers,
all of whom were hurrying home with bundles of presents for each other and for their little ones.

Fine carriages rolled by, express wagons rattled past, even old carts were pressed into service, and all things seemed
in a hurry and glad with expectation of the coming Christmas morning.

From some of the windows bright lights were already beginning to stream until it was almost as bright as day.

But the little child seemed to have no home, and wandered about listlessly from street to street.

No one took any notice of him except perhaps Jack Frost, who bit his bare toes and made the ends of his fingers tingle.

The north wind, too, seemed to notice the child, for it blew against him and pierced his ragged garments through and through, causing him to shiver with cold.

Home after home he passed, looking with longing eyes through the windows, in upon the glad, happy children,
most of whom were helping to trim the Christmas trees for the coming morrow.

“Surely,” said the child to himself, “where there is so must gladness and happiness, some of it may be for me.”

So with timid steps he approached a large and handsome house.

Through the windows, he could see a tall and stately Christmas tree already lighted. Many presents hung upon it.
Its green boughs were trimmed with gold and silver ornaments.

Slowly he climbed up the broad steps and gently rapped at the door. It was opened by a large man-servant.
He had a kindly face, although his voice was deep and gruff.

He looked at the little child for a moment, then sadly shook his head and said, “Go down off the steps.
There is no room here for such as you.”

He looked sorry as he spoke; possibly he remembered his own little ones at home,
and was glad that they were not out in this cold and bitter night.

Through the open door a bright light shone, and the warm air, filled with fragrance of the Christmas pine,
rushed out from the inner room and greeted the little wanderer with a kiss.

As the child turned back into the cold and darkness, he wondered why the footman had spoken thus,
for surely, thought he, those little children would love to have another companion join them in their joyous Christmas festival.

But the little children inside did not even know that he had knocked at the door.

The street grew colder and darker as the child passed on.  He went sadly forward, saying to himself,
“Is there no one in all this great city who will share the Christmas with me?”

Farther and farther down the street he wandered, to where the homes were not so large and beautiful. There seemed to be little children inside of nearly all the houses. They were dancing and frolicking about.

Christmas trees could be seen in nearly every window, with beautiful dolls and trumpets
and picture-books and balls and tops and other dainty toys hung upon them.

In one window the child noticed a little lamb made of soft white wool. Around its neck was tied a red ribbon.
It had evidently been hung on the tree for one of the children.

The little stranger stopped before this window and looked long and earnestly at the beautiful things inside,
but most of all was he drawn toward the white lamb.

At last creeping up to the window-pane, he gently tapped upon it.

A little girl came to the window and looked out into the dark street where the snow had now begun to fall.  She saw the child, but she only frowned and shook her head and said,
“Go away and come some other time. We are too busy to take care of you now.”

Back into the dark, cold streets he turned again.
The wind was whirling past him and seemed to say, “Hurry on, hurry on, we have no time to stop.
‘Tis Christmas Eve and everybody is in a hurry to-night.”

Again and again the little child rapped softly at door or window-pane. At each place he was refused admission.

One mother feared he might have some ugly disease, which her darlings would catch;
another father said he had only enough for his own children and none to spare for beggars.
Still another told him to go home where he belonged, and not to trouble other folks.

The hours passed; later grew the night, and colder grew the wind, and darker seemed the street.
Farther and farther the little one wandered.

There was scarcely any one left upon the street by this time, and the few who remained did not seem to see the child,
when suddenly ahead of him there appeared a bright, single ray of light.

It shone through the darkness into the child’s eyes.

He looked up smilingly and said, “I will go where the small light beckons, perhaps they will share their Christmas with me.”

Hurrying past all the other houses, he soon reached the end of the street and went straight up to the window from which the light was streaming.

It was a poor, little, low house, but the child cared not for that.The light seemed still to call him in.
From what do you suppose the light came?

Nothing but a tallow candle, which had been placed in an old cup with a broken handle, in the window, as a glad token of Christmas Eve.

There was neither curtain nor shade to the small, square window and as the little child looked in he saw standing upon a neat wooden table a branch of a Christmas tree.

The room was plainly furnished but it was very clean.
Near the fireplace sat a lovely faced mother with a little two-year-old on her knee and an older child beside her.

The two children were looking into their mother’s face and listening to a story.
She must have been telling them a Christmas story, I think.

A few bright coals were burning in the fireplace, and all seemed light and warm within.

The little wanderer crept closer and closer to the window-pane.

So sweet was the mother’s face, so loving seemed the little children, that at last he took courage and tapped gently,
very gently on the door.  The mother stopped talking, the little children looked up.
“What was that, mother?” asked the little girl at her side.

“I think it was some one tapping on the door,” replied the mother.
“Run as quickly as you can and open it, dear, for it is a bitter cold night to keep any one waiting in this storm.”
“Oh, mother, I think it was the bough of the tree tapping against the window-pane,” said the little girl.
“Do please go on with our story.”

Again the little wanderer tapped upon the door.

“My child, my child,” exclaimed the mother, rising, “that certainly was a rap on the door.
Run quickly and open it. No one must be left out in the cold on our beautiful Christmas Eve.”

The child ran to the door and threw it wide open.

The mother saw the ragged stranger standing without, cold and shivering, with bare head and almost bare feet.
She held out both hands and drew him into the warm, bright room.

“You poor, dear child,” was all she said, and putting her arms around him, she drew him close to her breast.
“He is very cold, my children,” she exclaimed. “We must warm him.”
“And,” added the little girl, “we must love him and give him some of our Christmas, too.”
“Yes,” said the mother, “but first let us warm him…”

The mother sat down by the fire with the little child on her lap, and her own little ones
warmed his half-frozen hands in theirs.
The mother smoothed his tangled curls, and, bending low over his head, kissed the child’s face.
She gathered the three little ones in her arms and the candle and the fire light shone over them.

For a moment the room was very still.

By and by the little girl said softly, to her mother,
“May we not light the Christmas tree, and let him see how beautiful it looks?” “Yes,” said the mother.

With that she seated the child on a low stool beside the fire, and went herself to fetch the few simple ornaments
which from year to year she had saved for her children’s Christmas tree.

They were soon so busy that they did not notice the room had filled with a strange and brilliant light.
They turned and looked at the spot where the little wanderer sat.

His ragged clothes had changed to garments white and beautiful;
his tangled curls seemed like a halo of golden light about his head;
but most glorious of all was his face, which shone with a light so dazzling that they could scarcely look upon it.

In silent wonder they gazed at the child.

Their little room seemed to grow larger and larger, until it was as wide as the whole world,
the roof of their low house seemed to expand and rise, until it reached to the sky.

With a sweet and gentle smile the wonderful child looked upon them for a moment,
and then slowly rose and floated through the air, above the treetops, beyond the church spire, higher even than the clouds themselves, until he appeared to them to be a shining star in the sky above.

At last he disappeared from sight.

The astonished children turned in hushed awe to their mother, and said in a whisper,
“Oh, mother, it was the Christ Child, was it not?”

And the mother answered in a low tone, “Yes.”

And it is said, dear children, that each Christmas Eve the little Christ Child
wanders through some town or village, and those who receive him and take him into their homes
and hearts have given to them this marvelous vision which is denied to others.

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Christmas Poems for Carol Concerts

Christian Christmas Poems For Carol Concerts

It seems as if this religious Christmas poem was specifically written for candlelight carol concerts!  We particularly love the imagery of the ending:  “And all the time that we must be apart, I keep a candle in my heart.”

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 here and now.

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

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Famed American poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote the poem “Christmas Bells” on December 25, 1864, shortly before the end of the American Civil War

Longfellow crafted this poem to express the years of despair from the horrors of the war that had raged across the states, but ends the poem with a message of hope.

The original poem had seven stanzas, but in 1872 John Baptiste Calkin took out two stanzas referencing the American Civil War and gave us the memorable Christmas carol we know today as “I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day.”

This Christmas poem would be a welcomed addition to any carol concert.

I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day

By Henry Wadsworth 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.

And though how, as the day had come,
the belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along the unbroken song
Of peace of earth, good will to men.

Till ringing, singing on its way
the world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime
Of peace of earth, good will to men.

And in despair I bowed my head
“There is no peach on earth,” I said,
“For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace of earth, good will to men.”

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
the wrong shall fail, the right prevail
With peace on earth, good will to men.”

Christian Christmas Poem I Heard the Bells by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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If you are looking for a Christmas poem for a carol concert, consider this next beautiful poem about three candles.  The first candle lights the Christmas tree; the second candle lights Baby Jesus’s way; while the third candle comforts a poor child in pain.

The Three Candles

By Evaleen Stein

When the Christmas-tide drew nigh,
On a shelf three candles bright,
Two were red and one was white,
Waited for who came to buy.

Said the first one, “I shall be
Chosen for a Christmas-tree!”
Said the second, “I shall light
Christ Jesus on His way to-night!”
Then the third one sighed, “Ah me,
I know not what my lot will be!”

When the dark fell, bright and gay
The first candle burned away,
Red as all the berries red
On the holly overhead,
While the children in their glee
Danced around the Christmas-tree.

And the second, twinkling bright,
Poured forth all its golden light
Through a window decked with green
Garlands and red ribbons’ sheen,
So the Christ-child when He came
Might be guided by its flame.

But the third one in the gloom
Of a bare and cheerless room
Softly burned where long had lain
A poor little child in pain,
And the baby in its bed
By the light was comforted.

When the Christ-child passed that night
All three candles gave Him light,
But the brightest was the spark
By the baby in the dark.

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This spiritual Christmas poem is by famed British poet Alfred Lord Tennyson.  With his beautiful words, we can image how quiet and still all nature was, waiting for the birth of Baby Jesus.  This poem would be perfect for carol concerts.

The Time Draws Near

By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid; the night is still;
The Christmas bells from hill to hill
Answer each other in the mist.

Four voices of four hamlets round,
From far and near, on mead and moor,
Swell out and fail, as if a door
Were shut between me and the sound:

Each voice four changes on the wind,
That now dilate, and new decrease,
Peace and goodwill, goodwill and peace,
Peace and goodwill, to all mankind.

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This Christian Christmas poem is like a beautiful baby’s lullaby.  Soft, soothing, and filled with love.  This poem could be recited at Sunday School or carol concerts by young children.

Manger Song (Modified)

By Frederick M. Lynk

Young Mary the mother
gazed fondly at Him,
and softly touched
the manger’s rim

Joseph sat musing
on a bundle of hay,
the shepherds played sweetly
a small harp lay.

The angels stood smiling
in heaven’s joy,
and humbling 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.

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This religious Christmas poem would be appropriate for carol concerts.  It speaks of music and blinding joy at the birth of God’s own Son.

Wonder

By Nancy Buckley

There is faint music in the night,
And pale wings fanned by silver flight;
A frosty hill with tender glow
Of countless stars that shine on snow.

A shelter from the winter storm,
A straw-lined manger, safe and warm,
And Mary crooning lullabies,
To hush her Baby’s sleepy sighs.

Her eyes are rapt under His face,
Unheeded here is time and space;
Her heart filled with blinding joy,
For God’s own Son, her little Boy!

Christian Christmas Poem Wonder by Nancy Buckley

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The tune for “Deck the Halls” is fun to sing, but the lyrics which traditionally accompany the tune don’t express the Christian’s heart.

This spiritual poem celebrates the true meaning of Christmas and takes advantage of the familiar sounds of a delightful tune.

All the Angels Sing

By Douglas Knighton

Jesus came to be our Saviour,
All the angels sang and God rejoiced!
Came to bring us Heaven’s favour,
All the angels sang and God rejoiced!
Born to open Heaven’s treasure,
Key to God’s holiness for all time.
Jesus is the Father’s pleasure,
Sent to us with love and joy sublime.

Jesus came to live among us,
All the angels sang and God rejoiced!
Showed us faith both true and joyous,
All the angels sang and God rejoiced!
Taught and lived God’s good commandments,
Never once sinned at all in his life.
Jesus offers us repentance,
Gave himself for our eternal life.

Jesus came to make us holy,
All the angels sang and God rejoiced!
Came to save us, meek and lowly,
All the angels sang and God rejoiced!
Guides us to Christ-like behavior,
Puts his love for the world in our soul.
Jesus Christ our only savior,
Takes away our sin and makes us whole.

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This next Christian Christmas poem is a perfect fit for carol concerts.  It reminds us to think about Jesus when we sing Christmas carols.

Carols of Christ

By Robert Hedrick

Though I enjoy some of the jingle bell music we hear in the Christmas season,
My favourites are those carols that tell the world of the true season’s reason.
The ones that put Christ in Christmas and year after year they keep Him there,
For the devil tries to take Him out and there are many who have joined his lair.

Some tell of the miracle God performed when Jesus came on Christmas morn,
For this would be the one and only time that to a virgin a child would be born.
Telling us that He was born in a lowly stable, for there was no room at the inn,
Then of wise men who came bringing gifts to the special baby that lay within.

There are carols telling about angles in heaven praising this new born King,
When they joined together and lifted up their voices to honour Him as they sing.
Others proclaim Christ to be the Saviour that the old prophets had written of,
Who someday would willingly give His life for our sins, doing so through love.

If not for these old carols, some would never hear what Christmas is all about,
Because all too often when Christmas is celebrated, Christ has been left out.
Then my prayer is that they are still being sung as Jesus appears in the sky,
Reminding us, He’s the reason for the season and it was for us He chose to die.

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This religious Christmas poem is appropriate for carol concerts, and to recite at nativity scenes.  It paints a vivid picture of the Baby Jesus lying in the manger, so meek and mild.

Bring Me to the Manger

By Anna Tucker

Bring me to the manger
For I desire to go,
Bring me to the manger,
For I desire to know,
The Holy child
So meek and mild,
So spotless and undefiled
Cradled therein,
For dark is this night
And I long e’en for the star
That did guide
The wise men from afar,
To where He lay,
For my soul shall weep and pray
Till I find my way
To Him!

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This lovely poem was inspired by six famous Christmas carols, with each verse reflecting the stanzas of a well-known song.  This mash-up is perfect for carol concerts!

All Ye Faithful

By Earl W Haskins

Hark the herald angels sing
A Lamb was born this day
Hail unto this newborn King
We trust Him, come what may

Deck the halls with boughs of holly
Enjoy this time of year
Mindful of our acts of folly
Let’s keep conviction near

O little town of Bethlehem
Or so the carol goes
He didn’t come here to condemn
But save, the Bible shows

God rest ye merry gentlemen
Our battles He will fight
Though often mocked by some of them
Thank God some see the light

Glory be to God on high
All His heavenly host
Happy Holidays” may apply
But “Merry Christmas” most

The first Noel, angels did say
All glory to His name
While in a tomb His body lay
Yet death could never claim

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Readings & Stories for Carol Concerts...

Religious Christmas Readings For Carol Concerts

This first reading is beloved.  While the words are simple, the sentiment is beautiful.  It would be a perfect addition to a carol concert.

With this Candle

Author Unknown

Where there is light, there is hope.
Where there is friendship, peace and truth.
Christmas is a time for celebrating the special people in our lives.
When I cannot find my way, I light a flame.
And at Christmas, I think of you.

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This is a popular religious reading at carol concerts, and reminds us that Christmas should be about remembering Christ’s birth, rather than all the gifts and fun times that come with this festive holiday.

Isaiah 7:14

Therefore the Lord Himself shall give you a sign;
Behold a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son,
and shall call His name Emmanuel.

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This Christmas reading is the real story about the life of Saint Nicholas and his generosity.  It would be a wonderful reading to give at a carol concert.

The Real St. Nick (Santa Claus)

By Dr. Ralph F. Wilson

“A vast multitude was imprisoned in every place,” wrote an eyewitness. “The prisons — prepared for murderers and robbers — were filled with bishops, priests, and deacons … so there was no longer room for those condemned of crimes.”*

You’d hardly expect to find old St. Nick in jail. But St. Nicholas is more than a children’s Christmas legend. He was flesh and blood, a prisoner for Christ, bishop of the Mediterranean city of Myra.

What do we know about the real St. Nicholas? He was born, ancient biographers tell us, to wealthy parents in the city of Patara about 270 A.D. He was still young when his mother and father died and left him a fortune.

As a teenager, Nicholas’ humility was already evident. He had heard about a family destitute and starving. The father had no money for food, much less the dowry needed to marry off his three daughters. He was ready to send his oldest girl into the streets to earn a living as a prostitute.

Under the cover of night, Nicholas threw a bag of gold coins through the window of their humble dwelling. In the morning the father discovered the gold. How he rejoiced: his family was saved, his daughter’s honour preserved, and a dowry for her marriage secured. Some time after, Nicholas secretly provided a dowry for the second daughter. Still later for the third.

But on the third occasion, the girls’ father stood watching. As soon as the bag of gold thudded on the floor, he chased after the lad till he caught him. Nicholas was mortified to be discovered in this act of charity. He made the father promise not to tell anyone who had helped his family. Then Nicholas forsook his wealth to answer a call to the ministry.

At the nearby city of Myra a bishop supervised all the churches of the region. When the bishop died, the bishops and ministers from other cities and villages — Nicholas among them — gathered to choose a successor.

Nicholas was in the habit of rising very early and going to the church to pray. This morning an aged minister awaited him in the sanctuary. “Who are you, my son?” he asked.

“Nicholas the sinner,” the young minister replied. “And I am your servant.”

“Come with me,” the old priest directed. Nicholas followed him to a room where the bishops had assembled. The elderly minister addressed the gathering. “I had a vision that the first one to enter the church in the morning should be the new bishop of Myra. Here is that man: Nicholas.”

Indeed they did choose him as bishop. Nicholas was destined to lead his congregation through the worst tribulation in history.

In A.D. 303, the Roman Emperor Diocletian ordered a brutal persecution of all Christians. Those suspected of following the Lord were ordered to sacrifice to pagan gods. Nicholas and thousands of others refused.

Ministers, bishops, and lay people were dragged to prison. Savage tortures were unleashed on Christians all over the empire. Believers were fed to wild animals.  Some were forced to fight gladiators for their lives while bloodthirsty crowds screamed for their death. Women suffered dehumanizing torment. Saints were beaten senseless, others set aflame while still alive.

Yet persecution couldn’t stamp out Christianity. Rather it spread. Third Century leader Tertullian observed,
“The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the Church.”

Those who survived Diocletian’s torture chambers were called “saints” or “confessors” by the people, because they didn’t forsake their confession that Jesus Christ is Lord. Nicholas was one of these.

Finally, after years of imprisonment, the iron doors swung open and Bishop Nicholas walked out, freed by decree of the new Emperor Constantine. As he entered his city once more, his people flocked about him. “Nicholas! Confessor!” they shouted. “Saint Nicholas has come home.”

The bishop was beaten but not broken. He served Christ’s people in Myra for another thirty years. Through the prayers of this tried and tested soldier of faith, many found salvation and healing. Nicholas participated in the famous Council of Nicea in 325 A.D. He died on December 6, about 343, a living legend, beloved by his whole city.

St. Nick of yuletide fame still carries faint reminders of this ancient man of God. The color of his outfit recollects the red of bishop’s robes. “Making a list, checking it twice,” probably recalls the old saint’s lectures to children about good behaviour.  Gifts secretly brought on Christmas eve bring to mind his humble generosity to the three daughters.

Yet if he were alive today, this saint would humbly deflect attention from himself. No fur-trimmed hat and coat, no reindeer and sleigh or North Pole workshop.  As he did in life centuries ago, Bishop Nicholas would point people to his Master.

“I am Nicholas, a sinner,” the old saint would say.  “Nicholas, servant of Christ Jesus.”

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NOTES: A great deal of legend has built up around St. Nicholas. The author has carefully selected material which he deemed to be the most credible accounts based on those found in Life of Nicholas by tenth century biographer Symeon Logotheta the Metaphrast, quoted by Charles W. Jones in Saint Nicholas of Myra, Bari, and Manhattan: Biography of a Legend (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1978).

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This next Christmas reading is about the three wisemen that travelled a long way to worship Baby Jesus, the King of Kings.  Consider this reading if you are participating in, or organizing, a carol concert.

Christmas Travelers

By Dr. Ralph F. Wilson

Christmas recalls the story of travellers propelled by the unhurried rhythm of their animals:

We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.

Why did these wisemen undertake such a journey?  A tall astronomer, advisor to the Persian king,
springs from his midnight vigil in the palace courtyard. “Casper, come! Look along the rod I’ve sighted toward the constellation of the Jews.” Casper peers into the blackness.

“Do you see it? That brilliant star is new tonight! It must signify the birth of a mighty king.”

A soft whistle escapes him as he spots it. “There it is!” He’s talking rapidly now. “I’ve read ancient Hebrew scriptures which tell of this ruler’s star.” Rising, he announces, “We must see him. We must go!”

Traversing the caravan routes of Persia, Babylon, and Syria for 1,200 miles, they ford broad rivers, pass ancient cities, cross barren deserts. Three months they trek westward, day after day, “following yonder star.”

In Jerusalem they inquire, “Where is he that is born King of the Jews? For we have seen his star in the East, and are come to worship him.” Worship? So the Babe is more than a king!

Now they follow the shining star till it rests over a simple Bethlehem home. At early dawn neighbours gather to watch the richly- robed travelers dismount. Joseph meets them at the door.

“We’ve come to see the child, the King.” The wise men fall before the Babe, faces to the floor, royal counselors doing homage, worshipping the Christ child. Outside, their servants unload weighty chests from the camels and set gifts before the King.

Heavy fragrances of frankincense and myrrh mingle to fill the room as one by one the boxes are opened.

A touch of the boy-child’s tiny fingers, a final longing look, and the men rise to go. Camel bells soon fade in the brisk morning air.

We, too, travel at Christmas, visiting family and friends. Yet, like the wisemen, the most important journey we make these hectic holidays is to draw nigh Jesus himself with the gift of our hearts.

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Christmas Poems About Jesus

Our Favourite Christmas Poems about Jesus

Looking for Christmas poems about Jesus, rather than about Santa Claus?  This first poem reminds us that Christmas is a symbol of Jesus’ never-ending love for us, and that we will find Him whenever we seek Him.

If You Look for Me at Christmas…

Author Unknown

If you look for me at Christmas,
you won’t need a special star;
I’m no longer just in Bethlehem,
I’m right there where you are.

You may not be aware of Me
amid the celebrations.
You’ll have to look beyond the stores
and all the decorations.

But if you take a moment
from your list of things to do,
and listen to your heart, you’ll find
I’m waiting there for you.

You’re the one I want to be with,
you’re the reason that I came,
and you’ll find Me in the stillness,
as I’m whispering your name.

Love, Jesus

Christian Christmas Poem If You Look for Me at Christmas By an Unknown Author

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When it comes to Christmas poems about Jesus, this is definitely one of our favourites.  The sentiment is that Jesus is the real light of Christmas, and the light of the whole world.

The Light Of Christmas

By Margaret Cagle

We bring in the Christmas season
With beautiful Christmas lights.
They shine forth across our cities
Throughout the season’s nights.

Many look forward to celebrating
This wonderful time of the year
By decorating their homes with lights
To spread some Christmas cheer.

We string lights on Christmas trees,
On wreaths hanging here and there.
Lights adorn many, many decorations.
We see pretty lights everywhere.

Jesus is the real light of Christmas.
He is the light of the world today.
He died on the cross for our sins.
He is the truth, the light, the way.

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This Christmas poem about Jesus implores us to remember that Christmas is about Christ and His salvation.  Let us not celebrate Christmas for the wrong reasons!

Leave Christ in Christmas

By Margaret Cagle

Christmas without Christ?
Tell me, how can it be?
So many people change it
To suit themselves, you see.

Can’t we say “Merry Christmas”
Instead of “Happy holidays”?
We take Christ out of Christmas
In so many different ways.

It is nice to exchange gifts
This special time of the year,
But what do we give to Christ,
Our Redeemer and Savior so dear?

Christ is really what makes it
A genuine Christmas season.
If we take Him out of Christmas,
We celebrate for the wrong reason.

I want Christ in my Christmas,
For inside my heart Jesus lives.
Jesus can be your Savior too,
For free salvation He gives.

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Our collection of Christmas poems about Jesus would not be complete without this poem.  It speaks about how the shepherds searched hastily for Jesus when He was born, and how we should hastily search for Him today.

They Came With Haste to Jesus

By Margaret Cagle

As shepherds watched their flocks
In a field in Judea one night,
They were amazed and startled
By a bright and shining light.

The angel of the Lord appeared
To announce a very special birth.
God sent His only Son, the Savior,
To be born here on this earth.

A multitude of the Heavenly host,
Praising God appeared to them then.
Saying, “Glory to God in the highest.
Peace on earth, good will toward men.”

Then when all the angels went away,
To one another the shepherds said,
“Let us go to the town of Bethlehem
And find the babe in the manger bed.”

Then the shepherds came with haste
And found Jesus, the Christ child.
He was wrapped in swaddling clothes,
God’s Son, so holy, meek, and mild.

Christ Jesus was born on the earth
So He could one day die for our sin.
Our Savior shed His precious blood.
He died to save the souls of men.

Let us come with haste to Jesus.
He can gloriously save you today.
Yes, Jesus is patiently waiting
To forgive and take your sins away.

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I wonder if God cried when he sent his only little child to die on the cross?  This Christmas poem about Jesus is very moving.

Christmas Tears

By Patricia Joan Polhans

I wonder if God cried when
He sent us his only son,
His most precious gift to offer
All of us with love.

Did a tear trickled down
His precious holy cheek
When he handed us his little boy
Did he then begin to weep?

I wonder if he cried when
Jesus was rejected.
Did his lips turn downward?
Was his heart broken and dejected?

For he’d given us his all,
His ultimate sacrifice,
Sending us his only child,
Were God’s tears a surprise?

Christmas is a happy time
For all of those we see
But for the Heavenly Father
Maybe this could not be!

How he must have wept
Over his little boy who’d die.
His life, vanished in the wind.
Christmas had to make him cry!

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This Christmas poem tells us that Jesus is the ultimate gift.

Give the Gift of Jesus

By Deborah Ann Belka

This Christmas . . .

I’m decorating my heart,
with the wrappings of His love.
Tying a ribbon around my soul,
with His blessings from above.

I going to avoid all the malls,
and stop not at a single store.
The only present I will give,
is the One that will restore.

I’m giving the gift of forgiveness,
sending cards about His grace.
I’m letting the glory of His birth,
beam across my thankful face.

I’m opening up my home,
for everyone to come and see.
The light of His beauty,
so to celebrate His birth with me.

I’m serving a dish of Christmas joy,
and offering up God’s good cheer.
We will feast upon His holiness,
and rejoice that our Saviour’s here.

I’m baking Him up a special cake,
singing to Him a birthday song.
And a slice of His love and mercy,
I’ll give out for all to take along.

I’m giving the offering of Jesus,
at naught at cost to me.
I’m sending out the message,
there is One gift that is truly free!

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This Christmas poem about Jesus hopes that we can put away our hatred or indifference long enough to see that He was born to save us from our misery.

Indifference

By Donna Hendrix

It has come! He is here! He is here!
Our Savior has come to us so near!
Born in a stable and lain in the manger
King Herod lurking, Oh what danger!

Magi heard of the baby from afar
Came to worship Him led by the star
Just as had been prophesied in days of old
Gifts for Him of frankincense, myrrh, and gold

Shepherds watched their flocks by night
Angels appeared to them from the Light
Your King has been born in Bethlehem this day
Make your way to worship Him and pray

As the Magi made their way to see the King
Where were the others with their gifts to bring?
As the shepherds made their way across the land
Did the others not see what was close at hand?

King Herod filled with jealousy and greed
Could not abide another King; God’s very seed
In Jesus’ day there were those who worshiped God’s child
Other’s were indifferent and some hated Him all the while

It sounds like the country in which I live
Many think Christmas is just a time for gifts to give
Never think of the Savior who came to save us all
Never think of the tiny baby who took the fall

Some hate Him with no plausible reason
They want to take His name out of the season
Happy holidays they say as they take your money
Just as Easter is now all about the bunny

How can you hate a man who lived a sinless perfect life
The one who can take from you all your struggles and strife
How can you hate the man who died for no reason except love
The only one who can open the door to heaven above

I pray that others can see the love He has for all society
That hardened hearts can soften as I make this plea
That nonbelievers can come to worship the tiny baby
Who came to earth for none other than you and me

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Jesus is the Lamb of God and His only Begotten Son.  This Christmas poem reminds us that His birth was the ultimate sign of God’s love for us.

The Lamb of God

By Donna Hendrix

In the stillness of a winter night
The earth received God’s Holy Light
An infant born to a young virgin girl
One tiny baby who would change the world

Birthed in a lowly barnyard stable
The King of kings who would enable
Born amid the cattle and sheep
The Lamb of God lay fast asleep

Wise men and kings traveled from afar
Led to this baby by the beautiful star
Shepherds were alerted by angels on high
The Savior is come; time to draw nigh

Angels filled the skies in glorious songs
Singing praises to Him all night long
Peace on earth and mercy mild
Came down to us in the form of a child

What a miracle for the world to see
Yet, many don’t believe He is our Savior to be
Many think the infant born in the stable
Is someone’s version of a long ago fable

Even those who walked with Him on earth
Doubted this man of the virgin birth
His wondrous miracles, compassion, and endless love
Were not proof enough for them that He came from above

This precious Christmas story is your saving grace
God’s gift of love to take sin’s place
He sent to this world His only begotten Son
This tiny Lamb of God; the Father’s will be done

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This Christmas poem about Jesus reminds us that that God gave us His Son, even though He was destined for a life filled with sorrow and suffering, and ending with death.

Christmas poem for church : Glory Above All

By Sheila Bertrand

God became man, incarnate Son
Gave up the rights of deity
Stepping down from heaven’s throne
Putting off Your majesty

Knowing sorrow every day
As You walked this dreary earth
Seeing as we turned away
The very One who gave us birth

Man of sorrows, man of grief
Every day weighed down with pain
And though You knew what was to be
You determined to remain

Your love required You to bear
Excruciating agony
A suffering beyond compare
As You bore our sins on the tree

But however great Your purpose was
In sending Jesus to atone
Your glory rises above all
The glory that is Yours alone

All thoughts of us, though great and sweet
Were secondary in intent
Your first concern, Lord, was not me
Your glory is preeminent

You came to seek and save the lost
As a means to this great end
Your Father’s glory uppermost
Your Father’s Kingdom to extend

So in the cross Your glory shines
Which every eye at last will see
A glory, gracious and sublime,
That’s Yours for all eternity.

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This poem discusses the trappings of a secular Christmas compared to the Godly perspective in Jesus Christ.

A True Christmas poem

By Paul Zimmerman Jr.

A special time to remember when
Why we’ve gathered together again
The meaning far beyond the lights
And toys and gifts and cancelled flights

Not just a day there is no work
Or mushy cards that have their quirks
The time of year the whole world sees
The Son of God not Christmas trees

Oh the hours we did spend
And how much cash now in the end?
It seems we try so hard to please
Everyone but Christ it seems!

Madly dashing here and there
As if this earthly world should care
Longing for the things we own
Instead of seeking Heaven’s Throne

Can we for once now just be still
And look at what is truly real?
Let us take time to reflect
The gift of Jesus, don’t forget!

~

This is another favourite Christmas poem about Jesus.  It entreats us to always remember that God’s love and Jesus’ sacrifice is the true meaning of Christmas.

Christmas poem Don’t Forget Jesus

By M.S. Lowndes

Christmas is a special time
To reflect on Jesus Christ,
The wonder of His lowly birth
Brings meaning to our lives

There really is no other reason
We celebrate this day,
The birth of God’s precious son
And the life, He willingly gave

But so much seems to distract us
In the busyness of our lives,
We loose our focus in all the happenings,
Not knowing, we leave out Christ

We loose sight of the true meaning
As we endlessly rush about,
Trying to find that perfect gift
Seems to cloud our Saviour out

We need to stop and reflect awhile,
Remembering our precious Lord,
His birth, His life, His sacrifice
And all that He stands for

For thought the world may celebrate
It seems, though, for other reasons,
Let’s keep in mind that Jesus Christ
Is the true meaning of the season

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty.
—Edgar Allan Poe
 Merry Christmas, everyone! Truly, Christmas is a lyrical holiday—one that is experienced through the stories told from days past and hopes strung together for the future. Whether it be through bible verses, Christmas carols, or the written word, there’s no better way to celebrate the beauty of today than with some classic Christmas poetry. Here, we’ve compiled excerpts from ten Christmas poems. Enjoy the “rhythmical creation of Beauty” on this Christmas Day.

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1. “Little Tree” by e.e. cummings

little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower
who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly
i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don’t be afraid
look the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,
put up your little arms
and i’ll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy…

2. “Christmas Bells” by Henry Wadsworth 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!

3. “Winter Time” by Robert Louis Stevenson

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 blows
Its 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.


4. ’Twas the Night Before Christmas by Clement C. Moore

…And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow…

5. “Music on Christmas Morning” by Anne Brontë

Music I love -­ but never strain
Could kindle raptures so divine,
So grief assuage, so conquer pain,
And rouse this pensive heart of mine -­
As that we hear on Christmas morn,
Upon the wintry breezes borne.
 
Though Darkness still her empire keep,
And hours must pass, ere morning break;
From troubled dreams, or slumbers deep,
That music kindly bids us wake:
It calls us, with an angel’s voice,
To wake, and worship, and rejoice;

6. “The House of Christmas” by G.K. Chesterton

…This world is wild as an old wives’ tale,
And strange the plain things are,
The earth is enough and the air is enough
For our wonder and our war;
But our rest is as far as the fire-drake swings
And our peace is put in impossible things
Where clashed and thundered unthinkable wings
Round an incredible star.

To an open house in the evening
Home shall men come,
To an older place than Eden
And a taller town than Rome.
To the end of the way of the wandering star,
To the things that cannot be and that are,
To the place where God was homeless
And all men are at home.

7. “Before the ice is in the pools” by Emily Dickinson

Before the ice is in the pools—
Before the skaters go,
Or any check at nightfall
Is tarnished by the snow—

Before the fields have finished,
Before the Christmas tree,
Wonder upon wonder
Will arrive to me!


8. “Ring Out, Wild Bells” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (from In Memoriam)

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die…

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.

9. “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” by Dr. Suess

…So he paused. And the Grinch put his hand to his ear.
And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low. Then it started to grow.
But the sound wasn’t sad! Why, this sound sounded merry!
It couldn’t be so! But it WAS merry! VERY!
He stared down at Whoville! The Grinch popped his eyes!
Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every Who down in Whoville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any presents at all!
He HADN’T stopped Christmas from coming! IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!
And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: “How could it be so?”
“It came with out ribbons! It came without tags!”
“It came without packages, boxes or bags!”
And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before!
“Maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store.”
“Maybe Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more!”…

10. “O Holy Night” by John Sullivan Dwight (based on the French text from Placide Cappeau’s Cantique de Noel)

O holy night! The stars are brightly shining,  
It is the night of our dear Saviour’s birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining,
‘Til He appear’d and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.

Fall on your knees! O hear the angel voices!
O night divine, O night when Christ was born;
O night divine, O night, O night Divine…


Poems about Christmas for Family and Friends

In today’s world we are inundated with images of Christmas from the media. We are told that it is all about buying expensive gifts for each other. In today’s challenging economic times it is a tragedy that parents spend way more than they can afford to try to please their children. The sad truth is that, “money can’t buy you love”. A holiday is about the time spent together with loved ones. It is about gifts that come from the heart, and it is the about the thousands of years of tradition that mark the holiday season.

Christmas poem – My Dad Would Like To Be Santa

His belly’s getting bigger,
And his hair is turning white.
His eyes shine and sparkle
Like the stars on Christmas night.

He couldn’t fit down chimneys
When he can just fit through a door.
One mince pie would never do
He’d only ask for more.

He likes a nip of brandy;
It sets his cheeks aglow.
When he forgets the words to carols,
He just shouts Ho, Ho, Ho.

He hasn’t got a reindeer
That runs silently through space,
But his car is Eco Friendly
And could beat Rudolph in a race.

He can’t afford a new red suit
With boots and matching belt,
But his smile is warmer than the sun
That can make the snow tops melt.

My dad would like to be Santa
And fill the world with glee,
So until they advertise the job,
He’ll give all his love to me.

Christmas In Heaven

Santa, do you know where heaven is?
Maybe your reindeer know the way.
For I have a special present
I need delivered on Christmas day.

For Christmas is a time for sharing
With those we hold so dear.
Please take this gift, with all my love
For an angel who’s no longer here.

It’s wrapped up in all our memories
We once shared from the past.
The ribbons and bows are all our dreams.
Inside there’s a broken heart.

It’s such a special parcel.
Please Santa, don’t delay.
I would love it to be in heaven
In time for Christmas day.

Famous Holiday Poem

Having a close friend is an incredible blessing. It means having someone who’s always there to listen and encourage. In this famous poem by Edgar Guest (1881-1959), he shares of all the great friendship qualities he’d like to return to someone who has displayed them to him. This poem is made up of octaves (eight-line stanzas). It also has a strong sense of structure since most of the stanzas begin with “I’d like to…”

A Friend’s Greeting

I’d like to be the sort of friend
     that you have been to me;
I’d like to be the help that you’ve been
     always glad to be;
I’d like to mean as much to you
     each minute of the day
As you have meant, old friend of mine,
     to me along the way.

I’d like to do the big things
     and the splendid things for you,
To brush the gray out of your skies
     and leave them only blue;
I’d like to say the kindly things
     that I so oft have heard,
And feel that I could rouse your soul
     the way that mine you’ve stirred.

I’d like to give back the joy
     that you have given me,
Yet that were wishing you a need
     I hope will never be;
I’d like to make you feel
     as rich as I, who travel on
Undaunted in the darkest hours
     with you to lean upon.

I’m wishing at this Christmas time
     that I could but repay
A portion of the gladness
     that you’ve strewn along the way;
And could I have one wish this year,
     this only would it be:
I’d like to be the sort of friend
     that you have been to me.

Christmas poem : Wishing Family And Friends A Blessed Christmas

From Us To You

It’s Christmas time,
And I wish you well.
May the Lord bless you
With the best of health.

I hope the stockings are hung
And you’re filled with wonder.
There are so many surprises
For you to ponder.

May your children be merry
When Santa brings toys.
Some for the girls
And some for the boys.

I pray you have food
And plenty to eat:
Turkey and gravy
And lots of sweets.

I hope your family’s there,
Friends and neighbors, too.
So merry Christmas
From all of us to all of you.

Our favourite Christmas poems

Our edit of the very best Christmas poetry for adults and children.

A time for family, friends, festivities and an undeniable sense of childhood nostalgia, the Christmas season brings with it so many sentiments. We’ve chosen a selection of our favourite Christmas poetry, from funny Christmas poems, to moving festive verses and some Christmas poems for kids, all perfect for reading by the fire over the festive season.

A Visit from St. Nicholas

Clement Clarke Moore

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the house,

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar plums danc’d in their heads,

And Mama in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap —

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below;

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny rein-deer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and call’d them by name:

“Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer, and Vixen,

“On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Dunder and Blixem;

“To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

“Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”

As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of Toys — and St. Nicholas too:

And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound:

He was dress’d all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnish’d with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys was flung on his back,

And he look’d like a peddler just opening his pack:

His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry,

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry;

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow.

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.

He had a broad face, and a little round belly

That shook when he laugh’d, like a bowl full of jelly:

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laugh’d when I saw him in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And fill’d all the stockings; then turn’d with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight —

‘Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.’

 From Christmas Poems

 Love Came Down at Christmas

Christina Rossetti

Love came down at Christmas, 

   Love all lovely, Love Divine; 

Love was born at Christmas, 

   Star and angels gave the sign. 

Worship we the Godhead, 

   Love Incarnate, Love Divine; 

Worship we our Jesus: 

   But wherewith for sacred sign? 

Love shall be our token, 

   Love be yours and love be mine, 

Love to God and all men, 

   Love for plea and gift and sign

From Poems for Christmas

Help Wanted

Timothy Tocher

Santa needs new reindeer.
The first bunch has grown old.
Dasher has arthritis;
Comet hates the cold.
Prancer’s sick of staring
at Dancer’s big behind.
Cupid married Blitzen
and Donder lost his mind.
Dancer’s mad at Vixen
for stepping on his toes.
Vixen’s being thrown out—
she laughed at Rudolph’s nose.
If you are a reindeer
we hope you will apply.
There is just one tricky part:
You must know how to fly.

From A Poem for Every Winter Day

Just Doing My Job

Clare Bevan

I’m one of Herod’s Henchmen.

We don’t have much to say,

We just charge through the audience

In a Henchman sort of way.

We all wear woolly helmets

To hide our hair and ears,

And Wellingtons sprayed silver

To match our tinfoil spears.

Our swords are made of cardboard

So blood will not be spilled

If we trip and stab a parent

When the hall’s completely filled.

We don’t look very scary,

We’re mostly small and shy,

And some of us wear glasses,

But we give the thing a try.

We whisper Henchman noises

While Herod hunts for strangers,

And then we all charge out again

Like nervous Power Rangers.

Yet when the play is over

And Miss is out of breath

We’ll charge like Henchmen through the hall

And scare our mums to death.

The First Christmas

Marian Swinger

It never snows at Christmas in that dry and dusty land.

Instead of freezing blizzards, there are palms and drifting sands,

and years ago a stable and a most unusual star

and three wise men who followed it, by camel, not by car,

while, sleepy on the quiet hills, a shepherd gave a cry.

He’d seen a crowd of angels in the silent starlit sky.

In the stable, ox and ass stood very still and calm

and gazed upon the baby, safe and snug in Mary’s arms.

And Joseph, lost in shadows, face lit by an oil lamp’s glow

stood wondering, that first Christmas Day, two thousand years ago

From Read Me: A Poem for Every Day of the Year

King John’s Christmas

A. A. Milne 

King John was not a good man —

   He had his little ways.

And sometimes no one spoke to him

   For days and days and days.

And men who came across him,

   When walking in the town,

Gave him a supercilious stare,

Or passed with noses in the air —

And bad King John stood dumbly there,

   Blushing beneath his crown.

King John was not a good man,

   And no good friends had he.

He stayed in every afternoon…

   But no one came to tea.

And, round about December,

   The cards upon his shelf

Which wished him lots of Christmas cheer,

And fortune in the coming year,

Were never from his near and dear,

   But only from himself.

King John was not a good man,

   Yet had his hopes and fears.

They’d given him no present now

   For years and years and years.

But every year at Christmas,

   While minstrels stood about,

Collecting tribute from the young

For all the songs they might have sung,

He stole away upstairs and hung

   A hopeful stocking out.

King John was not a good man,

   He lived his live aloof;

Alone he thought a message out

   While climbing up the roof.

He wrote it down and propped it

   Against the chimney stack:

‘TO ALL AND SUNDRY – NEAR AND FAR –

F. Christmas in particular.’

And signed it not ‘Johannes R.’

   But very humbly, ‘Jack.’

‘I want some crackers,

   And I want some candy;

I think a box of chocolates

   Would come in handy;

I don’t mind oranges,

   I do like nuts!

And I SHOULD like a pocket-knife

That really cuts.

And, oh! Father Christmas, if you love me at all,

   Bring me a big, red, india-rubber ball!’

King John was not a good man —

   He wrote this message out,

And gat him to this room again,

   Descending by the spout.

And all that night he lay there,

   A prey to hopes and fears.

   ‘I think that’s him a-coming now!’

   (Anxiety bedewed his brow.)

   ‘He’ll bring one present, anyhow —

   The first I had for years.’

‘Forget about the crackers,

   And forget the candy;

I’m sure a box of chocolates

   Would never come in handy;

I don’t like oranges,

   I don’t want nuts,

And I HAVE got a pocket-knife

   That almost cuts.

But, oh! Father Christmas, if you love me at all,

Bring me a big, red, india-rubber ball!’

King John was not a good man,

   Next morning when the sun

Rose up to tell a waiting world

   That Christmas had begun,

And people seized their stockings,

   And opened them with glee,

And crackers, toys and games appeared,

And lips with sticky sweets were smeared,

King John said grimly: ‘As I feared,

   Nothing again for me!’

‘I did want crackers,

   And I did want candy;

I know a box of chocolates

   Would come in handy;

I do love oranges,

   I did want nuts!

I haven’t got a pocket-knife —

   Not one that cuts.

And, oh! if Father Christmas, had loved me at all,

He would have brought a big, red,

india-rubber ball!’

King John stood by the window,

   And frowned to see below

The happy bands of boys and girls

   All playing in the snow.

A while he stood there watching,

   And envying them all …

When through the window big and red

There hurtled by his royal head,

And bounced and fell upon the bed,

   An india-rubber ball!

AND, OH, FATHER CHRISTMAS,

MY BLESSINGS ON YOU FALL

FOR BRINGING HIM

A BIG, RED,

INDIA-RUBBER

BALL!

From A Poem for Every Night of the Year

Talking Turkeys

Benjamin Zephaniah

Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas
Cos’ turkeys just wanna hav fun
Turkeys are cool, turkeys are wicked
An every turkey has a Mum.
Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas,
Don’t eat it, keep it alive,
It could be yu mate, an not on yu plate
Say, Yo! Turkey I’m on your side. 

I got lots of friends who are turkeys
An all of dem fear christmas time,
Dey wanna enjoy it, dey say humans destroyed it
An humans are out of dere mind,
Yeah, I got lots of friends who are turkeys
Dey all hav a right to a life,
Not to be caged up an genetically made up
By any farmer an his wife. 

Turkeys just wanna play reggae
Turkeys just wanna hip-hop
Can yu imagine a nice young turkey saying,
‘I cannot wait for de chop’,
Turkeys like getting presents, dey wanna watch
   christmas TV,
Turkeys hav brains an turkeys feel pain
In many ways like yu an me. 

I once knew a turkey called
Turkey
He said ‘Benji explain to me please,
Who put de turkey in christmas
An what happens to christmas trees?’,
I said ‘I am not too sure turkey
But it’s nothing to do wid Christ Mass
Humans get greedy an waste more dan need be
An business men mek loadsa cash’.

Be nice to yu turkey dis christmas
Invite dem indoors fe sum greens
Let dem eat cake an let dem partake
In a plate of organic grown beans,
Be nice to yu turkey dis christmas
An spare dem de cut of de knife,
Join Turkeys United an dey’ll be delighted
An yu will mek new friends ‘FOR LIFE’. 

From A Poem for Every Night of the Year

The Crying Need for Snow

Clive James

It’s cold without the softness of a fall
Of snow to give these scenes a common bond
And though, besotted on a viewless rime,
The ducks can do their standing-on-the-pond
Routine that leaves you howling, all in all
We need some snow to hush the whole thing up.

The ducks can do their flatfoot-waterfool
Mad act that leaves you helpless, but in fine
We need their footprints in a higher field
Made pure powder, need their wig-wag line
Of little kites pressed in around the pool:
An afternoon of snow should cover that.

Some crystalline precipitate should throw
Its multifarious weightlessness around
For half a day and paint the whole place out,
Bring back a soft regime to bitter ground:
An instant plebiscite would vote for snow
So overwhelmingly if we could call it now.

An afternoon of snow should cover that
Milk-bottle neck bolt upright in the slime
Fast frozen at the pond’s edge, brutal there:
We need to see junk muffled, whitewashed grime,
Lean brittle ice grown comfortably fat,
A world prepared to take our footprints in.

A world prepared to take our footprints in
Needs painting out, needs be a finer field:
So overwhelmingly, if we could call it now,
The fluffy stuff would prime it: it would yield
To lightest step, be webbed and toed and heeled,
Pushed flat, smoothed off, heaped high, pinched anyhow,
Yet be inviolable. Put like that,
Gently, the cold makes sense. Snow links things up.

From Clive James’ Collected Poems 1958-2015

little tree

e.e  cummings

little tree 

little silent Christmas tree 

you are so little 

you are more like a flower 

who found you in the green forest 

and were you very sorry to come away? 

see          i will comfort you 

because you smell so sweetly 

i will kiss your cool bark 

and hug you safe and tight 

just as your mother would, 

only don’t be afraid 

look          the spangles 

that sleep all the year in a dark box 

dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine, 

the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads, 

put up your little arms 

and i’ll give them all to you to hold 

every finger shall have its ring 

and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy 

then when you’re quite dressed 

you’ll stand in the window for everyone to see 

and how they’ll stare! 

oh but you’ll be very proud 

and my little sister and i will take hands 

and looking up at our beautiful tree 

we’ll dance and sing 

‘Noel Noel’

From Read Me 2: A Poem For Every Day of the Year

In the Bleak Midwinter

Christina Rossetti

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 sufficed

The 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.

From A Poem for Every Night of the Year

The Twelve Days of Christmas

Anon.

On the first day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
A partridge in a pear tree.

On the second day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the third day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the fourth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree. 

On the fifth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the sixth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the seventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree. 

On the eighth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree. 

On the ninth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree. 

On the tenth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Twelve drummers drumming,
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree!

Christmas poem : On the thirteenth day of Christmas my true love phoned me up . . . 

Dave Calder  

Well, I suppose I should be grateful, you’ve obviously gone
to a lot of trouble and expense – or maybe off your head.
Yes, I did like the birds – the small ones anyway were fun
if rather messy, but now the hens have roosted on my bed
and the rest are nested on the wardrobe. It’s hard to sleep
with all that cooing, let alone the cackling of the geese
whose eggs are everywhere, but mostly in a broken smelly heap
on the sofa. No, why should I mind? I can’t get any peace
anywhere – the lounge is full of drummers thumping tom-toms
and sprawling lords crashed out from manic leaping. The
kitchen is crammed with cows and milkmaids and smells of a million stink-bombs
and enough sour milk to last a year. The pipers? I’d forgotten them –
they were no trouble, I paid them and they went. But I can’t get rid
of these young ladies. They won’t stop dancing or turn the music down
and they’re always in the bathroom, squealing as they skid
across the flooded floor. No, I don’t need a plumber round,
it’s just the swans – where else can they swim? Poor things,
I think they’re going mad, like me. When I went to wash my
hands one ate the soap, another swallowed the gold rings.
And the pear tree died. Too dry. So thanks for nothing,
   love. Goodbye.

Best Christmas Poems For Kids!

Christmas Poems for Kids Aged 3 to 5

This first christmas poem is perfect for kindergarteners and easy to memorize.

I Like to See Christmas

Author Unknown

I like to see the stockings
I like to see the gifts
I like to see the bells
I like to see the tree
And I like to see Santa
Looking at me!

Christmas Poem for Children I Like to See Christmas by an Unkown Author

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When it comes to Christmas poems for kids, this one is a favourite!  It is also easy to incorporate into craft activities.

Peppermint Stick

Author Unknown

I took a lick
Of a peppermint stick
And oh it tasted yummy!

It used to be
On the Christmas tree
But now it’s in my tummy!

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This is a childhood classic when it comes to holiday poetry.  The analogy in this Christmas poem is that little children are like little pine trees, waiting to grow up.

Little Pine Tree

Author Unknown

I’m a little pine tree
As you can see,
All the other pine trees
Are bigger than me.
Maybe when I grow up
Then I’ll be
A great big merry Christmas tree!

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Does your family have a special angel that sits on the top of your Christmas tree?  If yes, then this Christmas poem written for children in kindergartener is sure to delight!

A Christmas Angel

By Denise Burke

Oh, I wish I was an angel on the tree
Oh, I wish I was an angel on the tree
I’d give every girl and boy
Lots of Christmas peace and joy
Oh, I wish I was an angel on the tree

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No collection for Christmas poems for kids would be complete without this next poem.

It would be a wonderful poem for a group of five children to recite at a Christmas concert, either at school or elsewhere.

Have the group of five kids recite lines 1, 7, 8 and 9 of the poem in unison.  Also have each child recite one line on a solo basis (for the remaining lines – lines 2 to 6).

Five Little Reindeer

Author Unknown

Five little reindeer playing in the snow
The first one said, “Can you see my nose glow?”
The second one said, “Listen to me sing!”
The third one said, “I can hear the bells ring.”
The fourth one said, “Let’s eat the pie!”
The fifth one said, “I’m ready to fly.”
Then clomp went their hooves
And the snow fell white
As the five little reindeer flew out of sight.

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This next Christmas poem for kids reminds us how much fun the holiday season is!

Christmas is a Day Full of Joy

Author Unknown

Christmas is a day full of joy,
Ask any girl or boy.

Santa’s reindeers fly up high,
By the twinkling stars in the sky.

Children love a snowball fight,
Although its freezing day and night.

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Did you grow up with having this next poem read to you on Christmas Eve?  Children all over the world love this Christmas poem, with its promise of reindeers, Santa and presents.  It is a classic for a reason!

Magic Reindeer Food

Author Unknown

Be sure to take this magic food
and sprinkle it on the lawn.

On Christmas Eve, Santa’s reindeers
travel miles before the dawn.

The smell of oats and glitter
will guide them on their way.

And you’ll wake up to Santa’s gifts
on merry Christmas day!

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Who doesn’t love Santa?  This next Christmas poem is beloved by kindergarteners and older children alike.

Santa

Author Unknown

Two merry blue eyes
A very little nose
A long snowy beard
And cheeks like a rose
A round, chubby man
A big, bulging pack
Hurrah for old Santa
We’re glad he’s come back!

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Santa cannot work his magic without his team of reindeer!  Kids love this next Christmas poem as it lets them be free to imagine themselves as Santa’s reindeer, flying through the sky to deliver gifts to all the waiting children.

I’m a Little Reindeer

Author Unknown

I’m a little reindeer,
Ready to fly.
I’ll pull Santa’s sleigh
Up in the sky.
Christmas is here,
We can’t be late.
All the children
Just cannot wait!

Christmas Poems for Children I'm a Little Reindeer by an Unknown Author

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Kids, no matter the age, will have a good laugh at this humorous Christmas poem 🙂

Snowball

By Shel Silverstein

I made myself a snowball,
As perfect as could be,
I thought I’d keep it as a pet,
And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pyjamas,
And a pillow for its head.
Then last night it ran away,
But first, it wet the bed!

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Little children will love this next Christmas poem because it expresses how much they want Santa to arrive with his sackful of gifts.

Poem for Santa

Author Unknown

Stockings are hung
Christmas carols are sung

Each child is in bed
Slumber stories are read

It’s that magical night
When reindeer take flight

In your sleigh you do sit
(With toys – a tight fit!)

This key is for you
Dear Santa, it’s true

A long wait it’s been
We beg you – come in!

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Young children will love this Christmas poem, and be delighted that a hungry little bunny ate the snowman’s nose.

If you wanted to incorporate this holiday poem into a craft activity, (in a kindergarten setting or at home), have the kids make a snowman and a bunny with cardboard (for the shape) and cotton balls (for the snow on the snowman and the fur on the bunny).

Have them also make a orange carrot-stick nose for the snowman — which is detachable — so that when the bunny eats it, it can “disappear”.

A Chubby Snowman

Author Unknown

A chubby little snowman
had a carrot nose.
Along came a bunny,
and what do you suppose?

That hungry little bunny,
looking for some lunch,
Grabbed that snowman’s nose,
Nibble, nibble, crunch!

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This Christmas poem for kids expresses how hard it is to wait for Christmas morning!  It always seems an eternity away.

The Day Before Christmas

Author Unknown

We have been helping with the cake,
And licking out the pan,
And wrapping up our packages,
As neatly as we can.
We have hung our stockings up,
Beside the open grate.
And now there’s nothing more to do,
Except
To
Wait.

Christmas Poems for Kids Aged 6 to 12

If you have fond memories of your mom buzzing around the house preparing for Christmas, you’ll appreciate this next Christmas poem.

If you are that mom who goes to the extra effort to make Christmas a magical time for your kids, then this poem is also for you!

Mom is Making Christmas

By Vicky A. Luong

Cookies baking in the kitchen,
The smell floats through the air;
Mom is making Christmas
with her usual merry flair

The house she gaily decorated,
Each gift she stiched with love,
And we’ll gather around the Christmas tree
for an evening of old-fashioned fun

This evening she’ll sing a carol for us
With her angel’s voice.
Yes, Mom is making Christmas,
A true reason to rejoice.

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Are your kids on tender hooks for Christmas to arrive?  This next Christmas poem captures how hard waiting is!

I’ve Been Waiting for Christmas

Author Unknown

I’ve been waiting for Christmas,
And it’s almost here.

I’ve been waiting for Christmas,
Santa’s getting near.

Can’t you hear the sleigh bells ringing?
Reindeer up so high.

Can’t you hear the children singing,
As they watch the sky?

Christmas Poems for Children I've Been Waiting for Christmas

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This next Christmas poem may provide your kids with some extra incentive to help around the house and keep their rooms tidy.  All’s fair in love and war — as well as in parenting…lol.

Santa’s Watching

Author Unknown

Christmas time is coming,
It’s time we must be good,
For Santa’s watching everyday,
And we forgot we should.

Clean our room and wash the car,
Help mom with every chore,
For presents we are after,
And a good one we must score.

No time to chat, no time to play,
There’s dishes to be done.
There will be time later,
For us to have some fun!

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Children all over the world are familiar with this Christmas classic.  This excerpt from Dr. Seuss’s famous books is a wonderful reminder about the true meaning of Christmas.

The Grinch (Excerpt)

By Dr. Seuss

And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so?
It came without ribbons. It came without tags.
It came without packages, boxes or bags.
And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before.
What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store?
What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more?

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This is another classic Christmas poem for kids.

According to Wikipedia:  “The poem has been called ‘arguably the best-known verses ever written by an American’ and is largely responsible for some of the conceptions of Santa Claus from the mid-nineteenth century to today.  It has had a massive impact on the history of Christmas gift-giving.

“Before the poem gained wide popularity, American ideas had varied considerably about Saint Nicholas and other Christmastide visitors. ‘A Visit from St. Nicholas’ eventually was set to music and has been recorded by many artists.”

Twas the Night Before Christmas

By Clement Clarke Moore

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ’kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ’ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

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This Christmas poem for children is a top favourite.

The character of Rudolph was created in 1939 by Robert May as an assignment for a Chicago-based department store, which wanted a colouring book to give away to its customers.

May considered naming the reindeer “Reginald” or “Rollo” before settling on the name “Rudolph.”

May’s brother-in-law, Johnny Marks, adapted the story of Rudolph into a song.  The song was subsequently recorded by Gene Autry and went on to become a No. 1 hit on the Billboard pop singles chart the week of Christmas 1949.

Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer

By Johnny Marks

Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer
had a very shiny nose.
And if you ever saw it,
you would even say it glows.

All of the other reindeer
used to laugh and call him names.
They never let poor Rudolph
join in any reindeer games.

Then one foggy Christmas Eve
Santa came to say:
“Rudolph with your nose so bright,
won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?”

Then how the reindeer loved him
and they shouted out with glee:
“Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer,
you’ll go down in history!”

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This Christmas poem for kids celebrates carollers that regale us with festive songs, no matter how cold and frosty the night is.

This beloved poem was first printed in “The Night Before Christmas and Other Popular Stories For Children,” a beautiful illustrated children’s book published in 1903.

The Little Christmas Carollers

By L.A. Franc

We are a band of carollers,
We march through frost and snow,
But care not for the weather
As on our way we go.
At every hall or cottage
That stands upon our way,
We stop to give the people
Best wishes for the day.
We pray a merry Christmas,
Made bright by Christmas cheer,
With peace, and hope, and gladness
And all they may hold dear.
And for all those that happen
To pass us on our way
We have a smile, and wish them
A merry Christmas-day.

Christmas Poems for Children The Little Christmas Carollers by L A Franc

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Looking for a poem that celebrates all the things that children love about Christmas—carollers, stockings, toys, and magic—to read to them?  Look no further.

Christmas

By M.E. Miro

Christmas is more than a day in December
It’s all of those things that we love to remember
Its carolers singing familiar refrains
Bright colored stockings and shiny toy trains
Streamers of tinsel and glass satin balls
Laughter that rings through the house and its halls
Christmas is more than a day in December
Its the magic and the love That we’ll always remember

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This Christmas poem for kids is about the fun anticipation of Santa’s arrival.

When Santa Claus Comes

 Author Unknown

A good time is coming, I wish it were here,
The very best time in the whole of the year;
I’m counting each day on my fingers and thumbs —
the weeks that must pass before Santa Claus comes.
Then when the first snowflakes begin to come down,
And the wind whistles sharp and the branches are brown,
I’ll not mind the cold, though my fingers it numbs,
For it brings the time nearer when Santa Claus comes.

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This Christmas poem has an interesting history and is a favourite of children everywhere.

The original version of this poem was written by Emily Huntington Miller.  The original version consisted of the first verse, and was published in December 1865.  This Christmas poem was later expanded and set to music.

The music has been attributed to John Piersol McCaskey, a school principal and former Mayor of Lancaster, Pennsylvania, who claimed to have written the song in 1867.

The “Johnny” mentioned in the song who wants a pair of skates is McCaskey’s late son, John, who died as a child.

Jolly Old Saint Nicholas

By John Piersol McCaskey

Jolly old Saint Nicholas,
Lean your ear this way,
Don’t you tell a single soul
What I’m going to say.
Christmas Eve is coming soon,
Now you dear old man,
Whisper what you’ll bring to me,
Tell me if you can.

When the clock is striking twelve,
When I’m fast asleep,
Down the chimney, broad and black,
With your pack you’ll creep.
All the stockings you will find,
Hanging in a row,
Mine will be the shortest one,
You’ll be sure to know.

Johnny wants a pair of skates,
Susie wants a sled,
Nelly wants a picturebook,
Yellow, blue and red,
Now I think I’ll leave to you
What to give the rest;
Choose for me, dear Santa Claus,
You will know the best.

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Christmas Poems for Kids Aged 13 to 18

Christmas Poems for Kids Aged 13 to 18

This Christmas poem is filled with beautiful, descriptive imagery, like “icy-window filigree” and “sweet-voiced carols in the air,” and is perfect for older children to enjoy.

Christmas Long Ago

By Jo Geis

Frosty days and ice-still nights,
Fir trees trimmed with tiny lights,
Sound of sleigh bells in the snow,
That was Christmas long ago.
Tykes on sleds and shouts of glee,
Icy-window filigree,
Sugarplums and candle glow,
Part of Christmas long ago.
Footsteps stealthy on the stair,
Sweet-voiced carols in the air,
Stocking hanging in a row,
Tell of Christmas long ago.
Starry nights so still and blue,
Good friends calling out to you,
Life, so fact, will always slow…
For dreams of Christmas long ago.

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This Christmas poetry is perfect for teenagers, reminding them that the best gifts are those that come from the heart.

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!

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If your kids have siblings that they frequently squabble with, this Christmas poem promises a time of peace and harmony.

Reason for the Season

Author Unknown

When eggnog’s generously filling
Each and every Christmas mug
And siblings tour miles and miles
To greet you with a hug
There’s scarce else I’ll be wishing
Than this simple little prayer
Of peace and calm and blessings much
On Christmas Day this year.

Christmas Poems for Children The Reason for the Season by an Unknown Author

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Famed American poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote the poem “Christmas Bells” on December 25, 1864, shortly before the end of the American Civil War

Longfellow crafted this poem to express the years of despair from the horrors of the war that had raged across the states, but ends the poem with a message of hope.

The original poem had seven stanzas, but in 1872 John Baptiste Calkin took out two stanzas referencing the American Civil War and gave us the memorable Christmas carol we know today as “I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day.”

This Christmas poem for kids and adults alike is beloved all around the world.

I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day

By Henry Wadsworth 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!

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till, ringing, singing on its way
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime,
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The Carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;
‘There is no peace on earth,’ I said;
‘For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!’

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
‘God is not dead; nor doth he sleep!
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men!’

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What reminds you of Christmas?  Is it the Christmas tree and its ornaments?  Is is carols or Christmas dinner?  Is it presents and time with loved ones?

This wonderful Christmas poem celebrates all the joys of Christmas, and the things that make it special for children and their families.

What Reminds You of Christmas?

By Ernestine Northover

A holly wreath hung on the door,
Or presents strewn across the floor,
Tall Christmas tree with baubles bright,
Which fills our hearts with such delight.

Carols sung out in the snow,
A Snowman built with eyes aglow,
Crackers pulled, a song to sing,
Candles lit, and bells that ring.

Roasted turkey, which tastes divine,
Rich, fruit cake, with an iced design,
No, the most important reminder of all,
Is the birth of a babe in an Ox’s stall.

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Do you love having a white Christmas?  Author Carla Jean Laglia Esely certainly does, and celebrates the beauty of the season with this gorgeous Christmas poem.

It is the perfect poem for teenagers that enjoy the splendours of winter.

A White Christmas

By Carla Jean Laglia Esely

Twas the night before Christmas.
With a blanket of white.
That covered the earth all through the night.
The trees sparkled like diamonds.
With a glitter so bright.
That each little twinkle made its own Christmas light.
A hope and a prayer a white Christmas would be.
Awaiting the dawn so all could see.
The beauty and joy a white Christmas does bring.
To the holiday season as carolers sing.
For twas the night before Christmas.
God answered your prayer.
With a blanket of white.
Placed with God’s loving care.

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This Christmas poem for kids celebrates the birth of Baby Jesus and the love He brought to the world.

Once Upon a Christmastime

By Dona M. Maroney

Once upon a Christmastime
The angels sang with joy,
To herald the coming
Of a precious Baby Boy.
Their shouting filled the heavens
And shook the mighty Earth,
And sent the shepherds searching
For the place of His glorious birth.
And when they found the manger
And gazed upon His face,
They knelt in adoration
In that low and holy place.
Oh, Father, fill me with the love
That filled the Earth that night,
A love that reaches throughout the world
And fills it with Your light.

Christmas Poems for Children Once Upon a Christmastime by Dona M Maroney

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Christmas is a time for hope and reconnecting with friends.  This poem expresses all the hopes that we have for people who are important to us.

My Christmas Wish For You

By Kristen M. Saccardi

My Christmas wish for you, my friend
Is not a simple one
For I wish you hope and joy and peace
Days filled with warmth and sun

I wish you love and friendship too
Throughout the coming year
Lots of laughter and happiness
To fill your world with cheer

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 your journeys be short, your burdens light
May your spirit never grow old
May all your clouds have silver linings
And your rainbows pots of gold

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

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Looking for religious Christmas poems for kids?  Consider this next poem that celebrates the birth of the Christ Child, and promises Him all that we are and all that we have.

A Christmas Carol

By Christina Rossetti

In the bleak mid-winter
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 mid-winter
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 sufficed
The Lord God Almighty
Jesus Christ.
Enough for Him, whom cherubim
Worship night and day,
A breastful of milk
And a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom angels
Fall down before,
The ox and ass and camel
Which adore.
Angels and archangels
May have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged the air;
But only His mother
In her maiden bliss
Worshiped 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.

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We love Christmas trees, with their pine smell and evergreen boughs.  This Christmas poem honours our love of Christmas trees and is a favourite of children everywhere.

Little Tree

By E.E. Cummings

little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower

who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see — I will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly

I will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don’t be afraid

look — the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,

put up your little arm
and I’ll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy

then when you’re quite dressed
you’ll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they’ll stare!
oh but you’ll be very proud

and my little sister and I will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we’ll dance and sing
“Noel Noel.”

Best Christian Christmas Poems for Church

Christian Christmas Poems For Sunday School

This Christmas poem is a classic and a Sunday School favourite.  It could easily be recited by young children at a carol concert or Christmas church service.

A Song Was Heard at Christmas

By Timothy Dudley-Smith

A song was heard at Christmas
To wake the midnight sky,

A Saviour’s birth, and peace on earth,
And praise to God on high.

The angels sing at Christmas
With all the hosts above,
And still we sing the newborn King,
His glory and His love.

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This next Christmas poem for Sunday School has words that are simple, but that capture the spirit of this special holiday.

Christmas Lights

By Marie Irish

Bright Christmas Stars shine on high,
Golden stars in the wintery sky;
Christmas candles in windows bright,
Sends greetings 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.

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This poem would make a wonderful addition to any Christmas Sunday School lesson, with its message of friendship of kindness to all people.

There’s More to Christmas…

Author Unknown

There’s more, much more to Christmas
Than candlelight 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,
For goodwill to men!

Christian Christmas Poem by an Unknown Author

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Our collection of Christmas poems for Sunday School would not be complete without this poem about the true meaning of Christmas, which is faith and love.

Christmas Giving

By Iris W. Bray

Christmas is for giving
And for showing that we care,
For honouring 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
Brings 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!

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This Christmas poem for Sunday School welcomes the birth of Baby Jesus.

A Little Carol

By Evaleen Stein

Welcome, little Brother!
Lowly, holy One!
Hail thee, Virgin Mother,
More than any other
Blessed in thy Son!

Child, since the poor manger
Once thou didst not scorn,
Rest thee, little Stranger,
Folded from all danger,
In our hearts new-born!

Nestle thus, we pray thee,
In our love’s caress;
Fain we are to pay thee
Worship, and obey thee,
Babe, and Prince no less!

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Children at Sunday School will love this Christmas poem about the birth of Baby Jesus in crowded Bethlehem under the starry night sky.

Before the Paling of the Stars

By Christina Georgina Rossetti

Before the paling of the stars,
Before the winter morn,
Before the earliest cock crow,
Jesus Christ was born:
Born in a stable,
Cradled in a manger,
In the world his hands had made
Born a stranger.

Priest and king lay fast asleep
In Jerusalem;
Young and old lay fast asleep
In crowded Bethlehem;
Saint and angel, ox and ass,
Kept a watch together
Before the Christmas daybreak
In the winter weather.

Jesus on his mother’s breast
In the stable cold,
Spotless lamb of God was he,
Shepherd of the fold:
Let us kneel with Mary maid,
With Joseph bent and hoary,
With saint and angel, ox and ass,
To hail the King of Glory.

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This traditional Austrian poetry is perfect for Sunday School at Christmas for children of all ages.  It evokes imagery of Baby Jesus as a joyful soul, full of happiness and glee.

Bring Your Pipes

Traditional Austrian Poem

Bring your pipes and bring your drum,
Call the shepherds all to come;
Hasten quick, no time to lose,
Don’t forget your dancing shoes.
Frolic we right merrily:
He will laugh with happy glee,
Yes, and smile, and we will dance,
While He claps His tiny hands.

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Kids will enjoy this Christmas poetry that draws a comparison between the letter “J” in Jesus, and the shape of their favourite Christmas candy!  This religious poem could be used in class room art projects (using real candy canes if possible!)

Candy Cane

Author Unknown

Look at a candy cane, what do you see?
Stripes that are red like the blood shed for me!
White for my Savior, Who’s sinless and pure!
“J” is for Jesus, My Lord that’s for sure!
Turn it around and a staff you will see,
Jesus, my Shepherd, is coming for me!

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This Christian Christmas poem is perfect for Sunday School.  The kids could rehearse this poem to present at a church services or carol concerts.  The words are simple enough for even the youngest children to participate.

The Christmas Story

By Leanne Guenther

Once upon a time,
A long, long time ago.
Begins the story of a baby,
That most of you should know.

His daddy’s name was Joseph,
And Mary was His mom,
This babe was very special
He was God’s only Son.

Some angels came from heaven,
And they began to sing.

To the shepherds in the fields below,
“Glad tidings do we bring!”

A bright star lit the heavens,
To light the magi’s way,
To the baby in the manger
Who was born on Christmas day.

And all who gathered round Him,
Rejoiced and praised His birth.
For the babe, the King, named Jesus,
Is our Saviour here on earth!

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This spiritual Christmas poem is very well-known, particularly the last verse, and a favourite at Sunday School.

In the Bleak Mid-Winter

By Christina Georgina Rossetti

In the bleak mid-winter, 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 sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.

Enough for Him, Whom cherubim, worship night and day,
A 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.

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This is one of our favourite Christian Christmas poems.  Kids love this poem about little donkey’s journey to Bethlehem.  You could ask children attending Sunday School to draw and paint pictures of the little donkey.

Little Donkey

Author Unknown

Little donkey, little donkey,
On the dusty road.
Got to keep on plodding onwards,
With your precious load.

Been a long time, little donkey,
Through the winter’s night.
Don’t give up now, little donkey,
Bethlehem’s in sight.

Little donkey, little donkey,
Had a heavy day.
Little donkey, carry Mary
safely on her way.

Do not falter, little donkey,
There’s a star ahead.
It will guide you, little donkey,
To a cattle shed.

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This is a second poem in our Christian Christmas poem collection that explains why the candy cane is a wonderful symbol of the true meaning of Christmas.  Kids are sure to love and appreciate this sweet poem!

Sweet Symbol

Author Unknown

A significant symbol of Christmas
Is the simple candy cane.
It’s shape is the crook of the shepherd
One of the first who came.

The lively peppermint flavor is
The regal gift of spice.
The white is Jesus’ purity.
The red is sacrifice.

The narrow stripes are friendship.
And the nearness of his love.
Eternal, sweet compassion
A gift from God above.

The candy cane reminds us all
of how much God cared.
And like His Christmas gift to use
It’s meant to be broken and shared.

Christmas Christian Poem Sweet Symbol by an Unknown Author

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This Christmas Poem for Sunday School commemorates that three wisemen that travelled far and wide so that they could worship Baby Jesus.  As part of a craft project for Sunday School, the kids would make paper crowns and jewel boxes to represent the riches the three wisemen brought the newborn babe.

The Kings From the East

By Heinrich Heine

“Dear children,” they asked in every town,
Three kings from the land of the sun,
“Which is the road to Bethlehem?”
But neither the old nor the young

Could tell, so the kings rode on:
Their guide was a golden star,
Which glittered ahead of them, high in the air,
So clear, so very clear.

The star stood still over Joseph’s house,
They all of them stepped in:
The good ox lowed and the little child cried,
And the kings began to sing.

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At Christmas time, not only do we think about Jesus’ sacrifice for us by leaving heaven, we think about what we can do to thank him.  This religious Christmas poetry says that no sacrifice for Jesus is too much.

If I Am…

Author Unknown

If I am a king,
my crown I will give to him.
If I am a caroler,
I’ll sing to Him the best hymns.
If I am a shepherd,
the best lamb I’ll bring
If I am an angel, I’d give Him my wings.

If I am the wise man,
I’d give my wealth away.
If I am a soldier,
I’ll die for Him all the way.
But I’m just a poor little boy,
with nothing much to give,
but to offer my little hands
and my little feet.

To glorify the one in the manger that was born,
the hope and light of this mixed-up world.
I give my heart to the one that was born to die,
and brings freedom to all mankind.

I am just a little boy today,
I’ll do bigger things for Him one day.
I’d give my life, my all, to the One who calls me.
Jesus Christ was born to set me free,
and this is what Christmas means to me.

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This is another favourite children’s Christmas poem.  It can be recited by the Sunday School class at a church service or carol concert.

Just a Little Donkey

Author Unknown

Just a little donkey,
but on my back I bore
the one and only Saviour
the world was waiting for.

Just a little donkey,
but I was strong and proud;
I gladly carried Mary
through the chaos of the crowd.

I brought her to a stable
where she made a tiny bed…
A place for Baby Jesus
to lay His little head.

I pray the world remembers
that special Christmas night,
when just a little donkey
carried Heaven’s precious light.

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No collection of Christian Christmas poems for kids is complete without this next poem.  It conveys the joy of the birth of Christ, and celebrates His eternal love.

Jesus was Born on Christmas

Author Unknown

Jesus was born on Christmas,
on a very holy night,
and in the sky above Him,
shone the very brightest light.

All of the heavenly angels,
Sang a song to praise His name.
They told the lowly shepherds,
so they left their sheep and came.

From the east the wisemen roam,
bringing precious gift to share.
Riches for the King of Kings,
to show the Saviour that they care.

Now we celebrate His birthday,
in our hearts and everyday.
Jesus in your humble manger,
your true love is here to stay.

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Religious Christmas Poems

Religious Christmas Readings for Sunday School

This first reading would make a great Sunday School presentation to the church at Christmas time.

Make large, cards with the letters A thru Z (26 cards) – use 8 1/2×11 inch cardstock to make the cards (or cut pieces of poster board into quarters).  The children can make the letters with poster paint, markers, wrapping paper or construction paper.

Have the middle aged children read the bold parts of the poem and the older children read the corresponding Bible quotes, while the youngest children hold up their alphabet cards at the appropriate time in the poem.

A Christmas Alphabet Poem

Author Unknown

A is for Angels, appearing so bright, telling of Jesus that first Christmas night.
“And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host.”
Luke 2:13.

B is for Bethlehem, crowded and old, birthplace of Jesus by prophet foretold.
“But thou, Bethlehem Ephratah, out of thee shall he come forth unto me that is to be ruler in Israel.”
Micah 5:2.

C is for Cattle, their manger His bed, there in the trough where He laid His head.
“And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes,
and laid him in a manger.”
Luke 2:7.

D is for David and his ancient throne promised forever to Jesus alone.
“He shall be great, and shall be called the Son of the Highest; and the Lord God
shall give unto him the throne of his father David.”
Luke 1:32.

E is for East, where shone the bright star which Magi on camels followed afar.
“Behold, there came wise men from the east asking ‘Where is the king of the Jews?’”
Matthew 2:1,2.

F is for Frankincense, with myrrh and gold, brought by the Wise Men as Matthew has told.
“And when they had opened their treasurers, they presented unto him gifts gold, frankincense, and myrrh.”
Matthew 2:11.

G is for God, who from heaven above sent down to mankind the Son of His love.
“For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in him should not perish
but have everlasting life.”
John 3:16.

H is for Herod, whose murderous scheme was told to Joseph in a nocturnal dream.
“The angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream, saying, Arise and take the young child and his mother and flee into Egypt… for Herod will seek the young child to destroy him.”
Matthew 2:13.

I is for Immanuel, “God with us,” for Christ brought man back to the Father’s house.
“Behold, a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel.”
Isaiah 7:14.

J is for Joseph so noble and just, obeying God’s word with absolute trust.
“Then Joseph being raised from sleep did as the angel of the Lord had bidden him, and took unto him his wife.”
Matthew 1:24.

K is for King. A true king He would be, coming in power and authority.
“Rejoice greatly, O daughter of Zion; shout, O daughter of Jerusalem; behold, the King cometh unto thee;
he is just, and having salvation.”
Zechariah 9:9.

L is for Love that He brought down to earth God enfleshed in lowly birth.
“In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because God sent his only begotten Son into the world,
that we might live through him.” 1 John 4:9.

M is for Mary, His mother so brave, counting God faithful and mighty to save.
“And Mary said, Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it unto me according to thy word.”
Luke 1:38.

N is for Night, when the Savior was born for nations of earth and people forlorn.
“And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.”
Luke 2:8.

O is for Omega, meaning “the last;” He’s eternal present, future and past.
“I am the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last.”
Revelation 22:13.

P is for Prophets, when living on earth foretold His redemption and blessed birth.
“I see him, but not now; I behold him, but not near.
A star will come out of Jacob; a sceptre will rise out of Israel.”
Numbers 24:17.

Q is for Quickly, as shepherds who heard hastened to act on that heavenly word.
“And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger.”
Luke 2:16.

R is for Rejoice.  The sorrow of sin is banished forever when Jesus comes in.
“And you will have joy and gladness; and many will rejoice at his birth.”
Luke 1:14.

S is for Savior.  To be this He came; the angel of God assigned Him His name.
“She will bring forth a son, and you will call his name JESUS,
for he will save his people from their sins.”
Matthew 1:21.

T is for Tidings of joy, not of danger, telling of Him who was laid in a manger.
“And the angel said unto them, Fear not for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy,
which shall be to all people.”
Luke 2:10.

U is for Us, to whom Jesus was given to show us the way and take us to heaven.
“For unto you is born this day in the city of David, a Savior, which is Christ the Lord.”
Luke 2:11.

V is for Virgin, foretold by the sage, God’s revelation on prophecy’s page.
“Behold, a virgin shall be with child, and shall bring forth a Son, and they shall call his name Emmanuel,
which being interpreted is, God with us.”
Matthew 1:23.

W is for Wonderful, His works and His words, the King of all Kings, the Lord of all Lords.
“For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given… and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor,
The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.”
Isaiah 9:6.

X is for Christ. It’s X in the Greek, Anointed, Messiah, mighty, yet meek.
“God anointed Jesus of Nazareth with the Holy Spirit and with power.”
Acts 10:38.

Y is for Yes, called God’s Yes in His Word; God’s answer to all is Jesus the Lord.
“For all the promises of God in him are yea, and in him Amen, unto the glory of God by us.”
2 Corinthians 1:20.

Z is for Zeal as it burned in Christ’s heart. Lord, by thy Spirit to us zeal impart.
“And his disciples remembered that it was written, the zeal of your house has eaten me up.”
John 2:17.

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Robert Louis Stevenson’s beautiful Christmas prayer encourages readers to reflect on the true meaning of Christmas.

A Christmas Prayer

By Robert Louis Stevenson

Loving Father,
help us remember the birth of Jesus,
that we may share in the song of the angels,
the gladness of the shepherds,
and worship of the wise men.

Close the door of hate
and open the door of love all over the world.
Let kindness come with every gift
and good desires with every greeting.
Deliver us from evil by the blessing
which Christ brings,
and teach us to be merry with clear hearts.

May the Christmas morning
make us happy to be thy children,
and Christmas evening bring us to our beds
with grateful thoughts,
forgiving and forgiven,
for Jesus’ sake.

Amen.

Christian Christmas Poem A Christmas Prayer by Robert Louis Stevenson

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This Bible reading from the Old Testament foretells the birth of Jesus who will save us from our sins.

Isaiah 9:6

For unto us a Child is born,
For unto us a Son is given;
and the government shall be upon His shoulders,
and His name shall be called wonderful, counsellor,
the Mighty God, the Everlasting Father,
the Prince of Peace.

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Capture young children’s attention with this sweet Christmas reading about the star of Bethlehem, a story told by Mother Moon to the little stars that surround her.

A Christmas Star

By Katherine Pyle

“Come now, my dear little stars,” said Mother Moon, “and I will tell you the Christmas story.”

Every morning for a week before Christmas, Mother Moon used to call all the little stars around her and tell them a story.

It was always the same story, but the stars never wearied of it. It was the story of the Christmas star — the Star of Bethlehem.

When Mother Moon had finished the story the little stars always said: “And the star is shining still, isn’t it, Mother Moon,
even if we can’t see it?”

And Mother Moon would answer: “Yes, my dears, only now it shines for men’s hearts instead of their eyes.”

Then the stars would bid the Mother Moon good-night and put on their little blue nightcaps and go to bed in the sky chamber; for the stars’ bedtime is when people down on the earth are beginning to waken and see that it is morning.

But that particular morning when the little stars said good-night and went quietly away, one golden star still
lingered beside Mother Moon.

“What is the matter, my little star?” asked the Mother Moon. “Why don’t you go with your little sisters?”

“Oh, Mother Moon,” said the golden star. “I am so sad! I wish I could shine for some one’s heart like that star of wonder
that you tell us about.”

“Why, aren’t you happy up here in the sky country?” asked Mother Moon.

“Yes, I have been very happy,” said the star; “but tonight it seems just as if I must find some heart to shine for.”

“Then if that is so,” said Mother Moon, “the time has come, my little star, for you to go through the Wonder Entry.”

“The Wonder Entry? What is that?” asked the star. But the Mother Moon made no answer.

Rising, she took the little star by the hand and led it to a door that it had never seen before.

The Mother Moon opened the door, and there was a long dark entry; at the far end was shining a little speck of light.

“What is this?” asked the star.

“It is the Wonder Entry; and it is through this that you must go to find the heart where you belong,” said the Mother Moon.

Then the little star was afraid.

It longed to go through the entry as it had never longed for anything before; and yet it was afraid and clung to the Mother Moon.

But very gently, almost sadly, the Mother Moon drew her hand away. “Go, my child,” she said.

Then, wondering and trembling, the little star stepped into the Wonder Entry, and the door of the sky house closed behind it.

The next thing the star knew it was hanging in a toy shop with a whole row of other stars blue and red and silver. It itself was gold. The shop smelled of evergreen, and was full of Christmas shoppers, men and women and children; but of them all, the star looked at no one but a little boy standing in front of the counter;
for as soon as the star saw the child it knew that he was the one to whom it belonged.

The little boy was standing beside a sweet-faced woman in a long black veil and he was not looking at anything in particular.

The star shook and trembled on the string that held it, because it was afraid lest the child would not see it, or lest, if he did, he would not know it as his star.

The lady had a number of toys on the counter before her, and she was saying: “Now I think we have presents for every one: There’s the doll for Lou, and the game for Ned, and the music box for May; and then the rocking horse and the sled.”

Suddenly the little boy caught her by the arm. “Oh, mother,” he said. He had seen the star.

“Well, what is it, darling?” asked the lady.

“Oh, mother, just see that star up there! I wish – oh, I do wish I had it.”

“Oh, my dear, we have so many things for the Christmas tree,” said the mother.

“Yes, I know, but I do want the star,” said the child.

“Very well,” said the mother, smiling; “then we will take that, too.”

So the star was taken down from the place where it hung and wrapped up in a piece of paper, and all the while it thrilled with joy, for now it belonged to the little boy.

It was not until the afternoon before Christmas, when the tree was being decorated,
that the golden star was unwrapped and taken out from the paper.

“Here is something else,” said the sweet-faced lady. “We must hang this on the tree. Paul took such a fancy to it that I had to get it for him. He will never be satisfied unless we hang it on too.”

“Oh, yes,” said some one else who was helping to decorate the tree; “we will hang it here on the very top.”

So the little star hung on the highest branch of the Christmas-tree.

That evening all the candles were lighted on the Christmas tree, and there were so many that they fairly dazzled the eyes; and the gold and silver balls, the fairies and the glass fruits, shone and twinkled in the light;
and high above them all shone the golden star.

At seven o’clock a bell was rung, and then the folding doors of the room where the Christmas tree stood were thrown open,
and a crowd of children came trooping in.

They laughed and shouted and pointed, and all talked together, and after a while there was music,
and presents were taken from the tree and given to the children.

How different it all was from the great wide, still sky house!

But the star had never been so happy in all its life; for the little boy was there.

He stood apart from the other children, looking up at the star, with his hands clasped behind him,
and he did not seem to care for the toys and the games.

At last it was all over. The lights were put out, the children went home, and the house grew still.

Then the ornaments on the tree began to talk among themselves.

“So that is all over,” said a silver ball. “It was very gay this evening — the gayest Christmas I remember.”

“Yes,” said a glass bunch of grapes; “the best of it is over. Of course people will come to look at us for several days yet, but it won’t be like this evening.”

“And then I suppose we’ll be laid away for another year,” said a paper fairy. “Really it seems hardly worth while. Such a few days out of the year and then to be shut up in the dark box again. I almost wish I were a paper doll.”

The bunch of grapes was wrong in saying that people would come to look at the Christmas-tree the next few days, for it stood neglected in the library and nobody came near it. Everybody in the house went about very quietly, with anxious faces; for the little boy was ill.

At last, one evening, a woman came into the room with a servant. The woman wore the cap and apron of a nurse.

“That is it,” she said, pointing to the golden star. The servant climbed up on some steps and took down the star and put it in the nurse’s hand, and she carried it out into the hall and upstairs to a room where the little boy lay.

The sweet-faced lady was sitting by the bed, and as the nurse came in she held out her hand for the star.

“Is this what you wanted, my darling?” she asked, bending over the little boy.

The child nodded and held out his hands for the star;
and as he clasped it a wonderful, shining smile came over his face.

The next morning the little boy’s room was very still and dark.

The golden piece of paper that had been the star lay on a table beside the bed, its five points very sharp and bright.

But it was not the real star, any more than a person’s body is the real person.

The real star was living and shining now in the little boy’s heart, and it had gone out with him into a new and more beautiful sky country than it had ever known before — the sky country where the little child angels live,
each one carrying in its heart its own particular star.

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The Christian Christmas reading is about the spirit of truly giving and at how any age, people can be selfless.  It is a beautiful reading about the true meaning of Christmas.

Little Gretchen and the Wooden Shoe

By Elizabeth Harrison

Once upon a time, so long ago that everybody has forgotten the date, in a city in the north of Europe, with such a hard name that nobody can ever remember it, there was a little seven-year-old boy named Wolff, whose parents were dead, who lived with a cross and stingy old aunt, who never thought of kissing him more than once a year and
who sighed deeply whenever she gave him a bowlful of soup.

But the poor little fellow had such a sweet nature that in spite of everything, he loved the old woman, although he was terribly afraid of her and could never look at her ugly old face without shivering.

As this aunt of little Wolff was known to have a house of her own and an old woollen stocking full of gold, she had not dared to send the boy to a charity school; but, in order to get a reduction in the price, she had so wrangled with the master of the school, to which little Wolff finally went, that this bad man, vexed at having a pupil so poorly dressed and paying so little, often punished him unjustly, and even prejudiced his companions against him, so that the three boys, all sons of rich parents, made a drudge and laughing stock of the little fellow.

The poor little one was thus as wretched as a child could be and used to hide himself in corners to weep
whenever Christmas time came.

It was the schoolmaster’s custom to take all his pupils to the midnight mass on Christmas Eve,
and to bring them home again afterward.

Now, as the winter this year was very bitter, and as heavy snow had been falling for several days, all the boys came well bundled up in warm clothes, with fur caps pulled over their ears, padded jackets, gloves and knitted mittens, and strong, thick-soled boots. Only little Wolff presented himself shivering in the poor clothes he used to wear both weekdays and Sundays and having on his feet only thin socks in heavy wooden shoes.

His naughty companions noticing his sad face and awkward appearance, made many jokes at his expense; but the little fellow was so busy blowing on his fingers, and was suffering so much with chilblains, that he took no notice of them.
So the band of youngsters, walking two and two behind the master, started for the church.

It was pleasant in the church, which was brilliant with lighted candles; and the boys excited by the warmth took advantage of the music of the choir and the organ to chatter among themselves in low tones. They bragged about the fun that was awaiting them at home. The mayor’s son had seen, just before starting off, an immense goose ready stuffed and dressed for cooking. At the alderman’s home there was a little pine-tree with branches laden down with oranges, sweets, and toys. And the lawyer’s cook had put on her cap with such care, as she never thought of taking unless she was expecting something very good!

Then they talked, too, of all that the Christ-Child was going to bring them, of all he was going to put in their shoes which, you might be sure, they would take good care to leave in the chimney place before going to bed; and the eyes of these little urchins, as lively as a cage of mice, were sparkling in advance over the joy they would have when they awoke in the morning and saw the pink bag full of sugar-plums, the little lead soldiers ranged in companies in their boxes, the menageries smelling of varnished wood, and the magnificent jumping-jacks in purple and tinsel.

Alas! Little Wolff knew by experience that his old miser of an aunt would send him to bed supperless, but, with childlike faith and certain of having been, all the year, as good and industrious as possible, he hoped that the Christ-Child would not forget him, and so he, too, planned to place his wooden shoes in good time in the fireplace.

Midnight mass over, the worshippers departed, eager for their fun, and the band of pupils always walking two and two, and following the teacher, left the church.

Now, in the porch and seated on a stone bench set in the niche of a painted arch, a child was sleeping, a child in a white woollen garment, but with his little feet bare, in spite of the cold. He was not a beggar, for his garment was white and new, and near him on the floor was a bundle of carpenter’s tools.

In the clear light of the stars, his face, with its closed eyes, shone with an expression of divine sweetness, and his long, curling, blond locks seemed to form a halo about his brow. But his little child’s feet,
made blue by the cold of this bitter December night, were pitiful to see!

The boys so well clothed for the winter weather passed by quite indifferent to the unknown child; several of them, sons of the notables of the town, however, cast on the vagabond looks in which could be read all the scorn of the rich for the poor, of the well-fed for the hungry.

But little Wolff, coming last out of the church, stopped, deeply touched, before the beautiful sleeping child.

“Oh, dear!” said the little fellow to himself, “this is frightful! This poor little one has no shoes and stockings in this bad weather, and, what is still worse, he has not even a wooden shoe to leave near him to-night while he sleeps,
into which the little Christ-Child can put something good to soothe his misery.”

And carried away by his loving heart, Wolff drew the wooden shoe from his right foot, laid it down before the sleeping child, and, as best he could, sometimes hopping, sometimes limping with his sock wet by the snow,
he went home to his aunt.

“Look at the good-for-nothing!” cried the old woman, full of wrath at the sight of the shoeless boy.
“What have you done with your shoe, you little villain?”

Little Wolff did not know how to lie, so, although trembling with terror when he saw the rage of the old shrew,
he tried to relate his adventure.

But the miserly old creature only burst into a frightful fit of laughter.

“Aha! So my young gentleman strips himself for the beggars. Aha! My young gentleman breaks his pair of shoes for a bare-foot! Here is something new, forsooth. Very well, since it is this way, I shall put the only shoe that is left into the chimney-place, and I’ll answer for it that the Christ-Child will put in something tonight to beat you with in the morning!
And you will have only a crust of bread and water to-morrow. And we shall see if the next time,
you will be giving your shoes to the first vagabond that happens along.”

And the wicked woman having boxed the ears of the poor little fellow, made him climb up into the loft
where he had his wretched cubbyhole.

Desolate, the child went to bed in the dark and soon fell asleep, but his pillow was wet with tears.

But behold! The next morning when the old woman, awakened early by the cold, went downstairs, oh, wonder of wonders, she saw the big chimney filled with shining toys, bags of magnificent bonbons, and riches of every sort, and standing out in front of all this treasure, was the right wooden shoe which the boy had given to the little vagabond, yes, and beside it, the one which she had placed in the chimney to hold the bunch of switches.

As little Wolff, attracted by the cries of his aunt, stood in an ecstasy of childish delight before the splendid Christmas gifts, shouts of laughter were heard outside. The woman and child ran out to see what all this meant, and behold!  All the gossips of the town were standing around the public fountain. What could have happened? Oh, a most ridiculous and extraordinary thing!

The children of the richest men in the town, whom their parents had planned to surprise with the most beautiful presents had found only switches in their shoes!

Then the old woman and the child thinking of all the riches in their chimney were filled with fear. But suddenly they saw the priest appear, his countenance full of astonishment. Just above the bench placed near the door of the church, in the very spot where, the night before, a child in a white garment and with bare feet, in spite of the cold, had rested his lovely head,
the priest had found a circlet of gold imbedded in the old stones.

Then, they all crossed themselves devoutly, perceiving that this beautiful sleeping child with the carpenter’s tools had been Jesus of Nazareth himself, who had come back for one hour just as he had been when he used to work in the home of his parents; and reverently they bowed before this miracle,which the good God had done to reward the faith and the love of a little child.

~

 Christmas Poems for Church

Christian Christmas Poems For Church Services

This religious Christmas poem is perfect for church services as it speaks about the true meaning of Christmas, which is about love.

The Meaning of Christmas

Author Unknown

Far away in Bethlehem, a baby boy was born,
Born with neither riches, nor with fame,
Yet wise men came from all around to bring Him their gifts,
And peace was felt by all who heard His name.

Angels watched him as he slept, and gently rocked His bed,
Their voices singing softly in His ear;
His mother and his father both gave thanks to God above
For the greatest gift of all, their Son, so dear.

They knew His life upon this earth would not be filled with wealth,
They also knew He would encounter strife;
But most of all, they knew that He would be a loving Child,
And teach the love of God throughout His life.

At Christmas we celebrate this birth of Jesus Christ,
Let’s keep in mind the truth of Christmas Day;
For it’s not the Christmas wrappings, nor not the gifts that lie within,
But our gift of love to others in every way…

~

When looking for Christmas poems for church services, consider this beautiful sonnet celebrating the birth of Baby Jesus.

Christmas Sonnet

By Douglas Knighton

We gaze, O God, at kids when they arrive.
We stare, amazed as tiny hands and feet
Emerge into the world where they will strive
And work and strain to make their lives complete.
We think of all the effort they’ll expend
To overcome the obstacles they face,
When what they really need’s a royal friend
Who’ll open wide for them the door to grace.
Today we celebrate the child who came
From Jesse’s root and David’s family,
According to the promise in your Word,
Who’ll govern justly in the Father’s name,
Securing grace, for which they’ll happily
Proclaim him as their everlasting Lord.

~

This Christmas poem would be a wonderful addition to any church service.  The cadence of the poem reminds us of classic Christmas hymns like “Hark the Herald Angels Sing.”

The Desire Of All Nations Came

By Margaret Cagle

Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!
The Desire of all nations came!
He came to save us from our sin.
Jesus Christ is His holy name!

All nations desire a leader
Who will bring peace to the earth.
The Desire of all nations came
At the advent of Jesus’ birth.

“Glory to God in the highest!”
Sang the angels, a glorious sight!
“Peace on earth, good will to men.”
The Saviour was born that night!

God sent His only begotten Son
From His home in Heaven above.
God sent His only Son to die
Out of His great, tremendous love!

Jesus came to this earth below.
He came to die for the sins of all.
He arose, and He lives forever.
Upon the Saviour, let us call!

~

This Christmas poem reminds church goers that Christmas should be about remembering Christ and his birth, instead of primarily focusing on getting gifts and food-laden family festivities.

Christmas Time

By Larry D Crawford

Yes, Christmas is the time,
Where little boys and girls.
Will finally receive,
Long sought for special toys.

A time when moms,
Bake cakes and pies.
When folks will gather,
Of renewing family ties.

And ones who rarely smile,
Have grins upon their face.
Those who always hurry by,
Have greetings in there place,

They don’t even comprehend,
They say, “tis the season,”
Go on their merry way,
And never know the reason.

I wonder why that is,
Why all that “peace on earth”
It started in a stable,
With a virgin giving birth.

It’s a love I can’t explain,
I will not even try.
That God would send his son,
Born – just to die.

But isn’t it ironical,
though Him no honor pay,
The world spends its millions
To celebrate His day!

~

This religious poem for church invites us to keep the spirit of Christmas in our hearts every day, and not just on December 25.

Christmas’ True Meaning

By Deborah Ann Belka

Let Christmas’ true meaning,
rise up in you today…
may you see the real splendor
of Jesus’ birth on this day.

May His beauty and grandeur,
cause your heart to sing
may the gift of His excellence
become your eternal spring.

May His majesty you behold,
with all dignity and honour
may the fullness of His truth
glorify His heavenly Father.

May the wonder of His grace,
reveal its magnificence in you
may the gratefulness you feel
be in all you say and do.

Let Christmas’ true meaning,
bring your Saviour near today
may you see the need for Him
today, and every day.

~

This religious Christmas poem is simple, yet captures the joy of Baby Jesus’ birth, as well as the importance of the work He will grow up to do.

Little Baby Jesus

By Deborah Ann Belka

Little baby Jesus,
so soft and so sweet
one day would have nails
pounded into His feet.

Tightly swaddled now,
in His mother’s loving arms
one day He would wear
a crown of prickly thorns.

Small cooing sounds,
He now softly sighs
one day to His Father
He’ll moan forsaken cries.

Wise Men bring to Him,
gifts meant for a King
one day to a cross
His life will painfully cling.

Little baby Jesus,
so soft and so sweet
came into the world
so Satan He could defeat.

~

This Christian Christmas poem is inspired by the Bible prophesy found in Isaiah 9:6: “For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given… and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, the Mighty God, the Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace.”  It would be a perfect poem to read or recite at any church service.

On This Christmas Morn

By Deborah Ann Belka

A promise to the world,
a child to be given
so many years foretold
so all could be forgiven.

Moonless night shining,
with the Morning Star
calling watchful shepherds
to come from afar.

Wise Men carry gifts,
meant for only a King
angels up in heaven
Glory ~ Glory ~ sing.

God became a man,
the Good News is born
begotten Son arrives
on this Christmas morn.

Our mighty God concedes,
to the wickedness of man
the Prince of Peace comes
to bridge the empty span.

Wonderful is His name,
Counselor to the meek
the Son was born of flesh
to give power to the weak.

Our everlasting Father,
knows our fallen state
so He sent His only Son
to save us from our fate.

A promise to the world,
our Lord and Savior is born
sing ~ Praises to His Glory ~
on this Christmas morn.

~


This next Christmas poem is appropriate for church services as it speaks about all the promises that accompanied the birth of Baby Jesus.  Christ is the Truth, the Light, the Way, the Bread of Life, the Door, the Lamb, and the Prince of Peace.

Rejoice This Christmas Day

By Deborah Ann Belka

Unto us a Son was given,
rejoice this Christmas day,
a gift from God to you and I,
the Truth, the Light, the Way.

To the world a Savior’s born,
rejoice this Christmas day,
He fills the soul’s hunger pain,
the Bread, the Life, the Way.

To every heart bound in sin,
rejoice this Christmas day,
the gift of grace will set you free,
the Christ, the Lord, the Way.

To thirsty souls everywhere,
rejoice this Christmas day,
and drink from the Fountain of Life,
the Grace, the Mercy, the Way.

To all those who are heavy-laden,
rejoice this Christmas day,
for He is the Prince of our Peace,
the Door, the Lamb, the Way.

Rejoice on this Christmas day,
your Lord and Saviour is here,
rejoice, I say again rejoice,
let His birth bring your heart cheer.

~

This is one of our favourite religious Christmas poetry because it considers what it personally cost God to send Jesus to our world to save us from our sins.  It must have broken God’s heart to be parted from His Beloved Son.

Christmas: A Part of Christ’s Story

By Margaret Cagle

To me, Christmas has great meaning.
It is really a part of Christ’s story.
He came to this earth to die for us
From His beautiful home in Glory.

I wonder how His own Father felt
When it was time for Him to depart.
When in His love, He sent Jesus,
Did great sadness fill His heart?

God, in His love, sent His only Son.
For our sins, He was crucified.
This was the reason for His coming.
For the sins of mankind, He died.

Christ’s story then continues.
In three days, He arose from the dead.
He then had victory over death,
Just like to His disciples he said.

Jesus is now at God’s right hand,
Interceding for us up in Glory.
If we call on Him to save our souls,
We can be a part of Christ’s story.

~

This poem acknowledges that there are different views about Christmas.  The Christian author states that for her, Christmas is a time to reflect on God’s love in sending His son to die for our sins.

I Celebrate His First Coming

By Margaret Cagle

Some Christians say Christmas is pagan,
While others celebrate and rejoice.
Some are really just indifferent.
We are all free to make our choice.

As for me, I really like Christmas.
It is a time to think of God’s love.
I can thank my great Heavenly Father
For sending His Son from up above.

In His great love, God sent Jesus.
Jesus had a very lowly birth.
On a manger bed, He lay His head
When He first came to the earth.

It might not have been in December.
It could have been another date,
But praise God He came to die for us,
So His first coming, I’ll celebrate.

~

Christmas Readings for Church

Religious Christmas Readings for Church Services

When it comes to Christmas readings for church, consider the nativity story from the Book of Luke.

Luke 2:4-14

And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David,
which is called Bethlehem, to be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.

And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.
And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger;
because there was no room for them in the inn.

And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.

And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.

And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.

For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.

And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.

And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,
“Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.”

~

If you are looking for Christmas readings for church, this next story is about how the birth of Jesus fulfilled the ancient promise that the Lamb of God would be born and save us from our sins.

Shepherds, Angels and a Manger : Christmas poem

By Dr. Ralph F. Wilson

The hundreds of sheep were quiet now, except for an occasional bleat.  Night had fallen, stars were sharp in the nippy sky, and shepherds reclined on a steep hillside above Bethlehem, watching their flocks.

The men talked quietly, their low voices soothing to the animals.  Old Elias had spent his lifetime on these sheepfields.  Then there was Judah ben-Ozzri, twenty years old and cynical.  His uncle had been imprisoned by Roman occupation troops for some minor offense.  When he could, Judah plotted secretly with a unit of Zealot guerrillas.  David, Israel’s greatest king, had been a shepherd on Bethlehem’s hills a millennium before.  As a teenager, David had defeated the giant Goliath and thrown off the yoke of Philistine tyranny.  Judah ben-Ozzri longed to do the same.  If only a Leader, a Deliver, would come
and drive the cursed Romans from their land!

“The lambs will all die before long,” he muttered darkly.  “Only the ewes will survive.”

“Eh?” said Elias, a bit too loudly.  His hearing had faded over the years.

Judah spoke a bit louder, “The ewes will be sheared next summer, and bear more lambs, but the lambs themselves….”

“What?” asked Elias, leaning closer.

“The lambs,” said Judah loudly into his ear, “won’t live beyond Passover. In the Jerusalem temple, they’ll be sacrificed.”

“Ah, Passover in the temple,” returned Elias. “On the Holy Day they’ll sacrifice a lamb for each family.”

Jerusalem and its temple were just six miles north of Bethlehem, and supplying lambs for the Passover sacrifice was these shepherds’ livelihood.

“Passover…” reflected the old man. “I wish I could have seen the first Passover!”

Elias would rather talk than listen, since it was hard for him to catch the words when others spoke.

“Moses was our Deliverer on that first Passover night when God’s judgment fell upon Egypt.”  As he spoke, his listeners could picture the destroying angel that had passed through Egypt.  “The Egyptian firstborn were killed,” said Elias, “but each Israelite slave family had sacrificed a precious lamb, and put its blood across the top and on both sides of their doorways.  Their sins were atoned for, the lamb’s life for theirs.  And God’s terrible judgment passed over them.”

“The ewes will live on,” repeated Judah, “but the lambs will be sacrificed.”

“What?” said Elias, but Judah didn’t say it again.

“I don’t think I’d like to be a lamb,” the youngest shepherd said solemnly.

The shepherds now fell silent, and tugged their heavy cloaks about them to shelter them from the whistling wind.  Their eyes were accustomed to the blackness.  Every few moments they would look up to scan the hills for wolves or thieves.  They weren’t about to lose sheep by carelessness.

All of a sudden their hillside was flooded by the light of a thousand arc lamps, blinding them with its intensity.  When they could finally see, a man in shining apparel stood before them.  “Do not be afraid,” he declared in the ringing voice of a herald.

“I bring you good news of great joy
that will be for all the people.
Today in the town of David
a Deliverer has been born to you.
He is the Lord’s Messiah.”

“The Messiah! The Deliverer!” breathed Judah ben-Ozzri.  “He is come at last to set our people free.”

They could scarcely comprehend. Good news! Great joy!  In the town of David, the Son of David is born this night.  The Lord’s Messiah! The shining man, glowing with the very Shekinah glory of God, had declared it.  It must be so!

The angel continued: “This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying an a manger.”

What a strange sign.  But there was no time to think.

Now the shining angel drew himself to full height, and as he opened out his arms, the radiance and glory upon him began to spread until it covered rank after rank of angels, the heavenly host, the army of God himself — more and more, company after company, battalion after battalion, began to fill the sky.  And now they began to chant, to shout in unison.

“Glory to God in highest.”

The sound bounced off the hills and echoed from the valleys, like the rumble of thunder, like the roar of a great waterfall, the shout of triumph reverberated.  The shout of worship, the shout of honor, the shout of glorious praise.

“Glory to God in the highest,” they shouted together with one enormous voice of worship.

“Glory to God in the highest,” they chanted in unison, the overwhelming resonance blotting out everything else and infecting shepherds with its utter joy.  The host of God, overcome with awe at the archangel words, now shouted again, “Glory to God in the highest!  And on earth Shalom — peace — to those whom God has favored.”

Again and again the waves of praise rolled over the hillsides, until finally the voices began to fade, and only in the distance could the shepherds still hear shouts of “Glory, glory, glory,” that finally diminished to silence at last.  The brilliant light, too, was fading, like the final streaks of sunlight dipping below the horizon and painting the clouds red and pink in departing splendor.

Old Elias was first to speak, “Praise the Lord, dear friends.  We have witnessed what the prophets only dreamed of.”

“Angels,” breathed the youngest.

“The hosts of God’s army,” said Judah.

“Something greater still,” Elias said. “The chance to see the Lord’s Messiah with our own eyes. You heard the angel. He’s here, yonder in Bethlehem, and we must find him.  The angel told us how — a baby, wrapped in the swaddling bands of a newborn, lying in a manger…. A manger,” repeated the old man.

You could find dozens of cattle troughs if you searched all the outlying farms, but a manger with a newborn lying in it — that was the sign!  In Bethlehem itself, Elias could think of just one — inside a cave at the very edge of town where travelers’ animals were quartered.  The old man careened down the hillside at a pace that left the younger shepherds breathless.  He was ahead of them now, almost running to the cave behind the inn.

When they finally caught up, the old man was standing at the doorway to the cave, tears running down his cheeks.

“The Son of David,” he was saying, “The Lord’s Messiah.  The Deliverer has come.”

The shepherds moved inside and knelt at the manger, peering at the sleeping baby boy, all tightly wrapped in swaddling bands.

The youngest explained to the mother, “An angel told us,” he stammered, “and then thousands, millions of angels filled the sky, lit up with God’s light. ‘Glory to God,’ they shouted, and we joined them until we were hoarse, until they were gone.”

Then Elias addressed her. “Young woman, mother of this blessed Child.  You are one of the favored ones of whom the angels spoke, upon whom God’s glory and grace is resting tonight.”

You could see her lips form the words, “Yes, I know,” but no voice came.

The old shepherd went on, “The angel told us that your Child is God’s promised Messiah, our Deliverer.”

Then the old man was silent.  He just knelt there for a few more moments.  Finally he rose up, took the mother’s hand, and pressed it with his own. “God has entrusted you to raise his own Son, my dear. Our prayers are with you.”

He motioned his compatriots towards the door, and they got up, leaving the cave and its manger and its Christ-Child.  Nor were the shepherds silent about what they had seen.  They spread the good news far and wide.

Then they went back to their flocks, and carefully tended lambs that were destined for sacrifice on Passover.  And though they could not know or understand it, the baby Deliverer in the manger would not challenge the Roman oppressors, but instead deliver us from the sin and death that oppress us all.  For these lamb-herders had seen God’s Lamb,
born to be a Passover sacrifice for the sins of the entire world.

Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, Shalom, for us all.

~

Still looking for Christmas readings for church?  This next story is about a young Christ child who wanders through a village on Christmas Eve and blesses everyone who welcomes Him into their homes.

Christian Christmas poem : A Story of the Christ-Child – A German Legend for Christmas Eve

As Told By Elizabeth Harrison

Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, on the night before Christmas, a little child was wandering
all alone through the streets of a great city.

There were many people on the street, fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers, uncles and aunts,
and even gray-haired grandfathers and grandmothers,
all of whom were hurrying home with bundles of presents for each other and for their little ones.

Fine carriages rolled by, express wagons rattled past, even old carts were pressed into service, and all things seemed
in a hurry and glad with expectation of the coming Christmas morning.

From some of the windows bright lights were already beginning to stream until it was almost as bright as day.

But the little child seemed to have no home, and wandered about listlessly from street to street.

No one took any notice of him except perhaps Jack Frost, who bit his bare toes and made the ends of his fingers tingle.

The north wind, too, seemed to notice the child, for it blew against him and pierced his ragged garments through and through, causing him to shiver with cold.

Home after home he passed, looking with longing eyes through the windows, in upon the glad, happy children,
most of whom were helping to trim the Christmas trees for the coming morrow.

“Surely,” said the child to himself, “where there is so must gladness and happiness, some of it may be for me.”

So with timid steps he approached a large and handsome house.

Through the windows, he could see a tall and stately Christmas tree already lighted. Many presents hung upon it.
Its green boughs were trimmed with gold and silver ornaments.

Slowly he climbed up the broad steps and gently rapped at the door. It was opened by a large man-servant.
He had a kindly face, although his voice was deep and gruff.

He looked at the little child for a moment, then sadly shook his head and said, “Go down off the steps.
There is no room here for such as you.”

He looked sorry as he spoke; possibly he remembered his own little ones at home,
and was glad that they were not out in this cold and bitter night.

Through the open door a bright light shone, and the warm air, filled with fragrance of the Christmas pine,
rushed out from the inner room and greeted the little wanderer with a kiss.

As the child turned back into the cold and darkness, he wondered why the footman had spoken thus,
for surely, thought he, those little children would love to have another companion join them in their joyous Christmas festival.

But the little children inside did not even know that he had knocked at the door.

The street grew colder and darker as the child passed on.  He went sadly forward, saying to himself,
“Is there no one in all this great city who will share the Christmas with me?”

Farther and farther down the street he wandered, to where the homes were not so large and beautiful. There seemed to be little children inside of nearly all the houses. They were dancing and frolicking about.

Christmas trees could be seen in nearly every window, with beautiful dolls and trumpets
and picture-books and balls and tops and other dainty toys hung upon them.

In one window the child noticed a little lamb made of soft white wool. Around its neck was tied a red ribbon.
It had evidently been hung on the tree for one of the children.

The little stranger stopped before this window and looked long and earnestly at the beautiful things inside,
but most of all was he drawn toward the white lamb.

At last creeping up to the window-pane, he gently tapped upon it.

A little girl came to the window and looked out into the dark street where the snow had now begun to fall.  She saw the child, but she only frowned and shook her head and said,
“Go away and come some other time. We are too busy to take care of you now.”

Back into the dark, cold streets he turned again.
The wind was whirling past him and seemed to say, “Hurry on, hurry on, we have no time to stop.
‘Tis Christmas Eve and everybody is in a hurry to-night.”

Again and again the little child rapped softly at door or window-pane. At each place he was refused admission.

One mother feared he might have some ugly disease, which her darlings would catch;
another father said he had only enough for his own children and none to spare for beggars.
Still another told him to go home where he belonged, and not to trouble other folks.

The hours passed; later grew the night, and colder grew the wind, and darker seemed the street.
Farther and farther the little one wandered.

There was scarcely any one left upon the street by this time, and the few who remained did not seem to see the child,
when suddenly ahead of him there appeared a bright, single ray of light.

It shone through the darkness into the child’s eyes.

He looked up smilingly and said, “I will go where the small light beckons, perhaps they will share their Christmas with me.”

Hurrying past all the other houses, he soon reached the end of the street and went straight up to the window from which the light was streaming.

It was a poor, little, low house, but the child cared not for that.The light seemed still to call him in.
From what do you suppose the light came?

Nothing but a tallow candle, which had been placed in an old cup with a broken handle, in the window, as a glad token of Christmas Eve.

There was neither curtain nor shade to the small, square window and as the little child looked in he saw standing upon a neat wooden table a branch of a Christmas tree.

The room was plainly furnished but it was very clean.
Near the fireplace sat a lovely faced mother with a little two-year-old on her knee and an older child beside her.

The two children were looking into their mother’s face and listening to a story.
She must have been telling them a Christmas story, I think.

A few bright coals were burning in the fireplace, and all seemed light and warm within.

The little wanderer crept closer and closer to the window-pane.

So sweet was the mother’s face, so loving seemed the little children, that at last he took courage and tapped gently,
very gently on the door.  The mother stopped talking, the little children looked up.
“What was that, mother?” asked the little girl at her side.

“I think it was some one tapping on the door,” replied the mother.
“Run as quickly as you can and open it, dear, for it is a bitter cold night to keep any one waiting in this storm.”
“Oh, mother, I think it was the bough of the tree tapping against the window-pane,” said the little girl.
“Do please go on with our story.”

Again the little wanderer tapped upon the door.

“My child, my child,” exclaimed the mother, rising, “that certainly was a rap on the door.
Run quickly and open it. No one must be left out in the cold on our beautiful Christmas Eve.”

The child ran to the door and threw it wide open.

The mother saw the ragged stranger standing without, cold and shivering, with bare head and almost bare feet.
She held out both hands and drew him into the warm, bright room.

“You poor, dear child,” was all she said, and putting her arms around him, she drew him close to her breast.
“He is very cold, my children,” she exclaimed. “We must warm him.”
“And,” added the little girl, “we must love him and give him some of our Christmas, too.”
“Yes,” said the mother, “but first let us warm him…”

The mother sat down by the fire with the little child on her lap, and her own little ones
warmed his half-frozen hands in theirs.
The mother smoothed his tangled curls, and, bending low over his head, kissed the child’s face.
She gathered the three little ones in her arms and the candle and the fire light shone over them.

For a moment the room was very still.

By and by the little girl said softly, to her mother,
“May we not light the Christmas tree, and let him see how beautiful it looks?” “Yes,” said the mother.

With that she seated the child on a low stool beside the fire, and went herself to fetch the few simple ornaments
which from year to year she had saved for her children’s Christmas tree.

They were soon so busy that they did not notice the room had filled with a strange and brilliant light.
They turned and looked at the spot where the little wanderer sat.

His ragged clothes had changed to garments white and beautiful;
his tangled curls seemed like a halo of golden light about his head;
but most glorious of all was his face, which shone with a light so dazzling that they could scarcely look upon it.

In silent wonder they gazed at the child.

Their little room seemed to grow larger and larger, until it was as wide as the whole world,
the roof of their low house seemed to expand and rise, until it reached to the sky.

With a sweet and gentle smile the wonderful child looked upon them for a moment,
and then slowly rose and floated through the air, above the treetops, beyond the church spire, higher even than the clouds themselves, until he appeared to them to be a shining star in the sky above.

At last he disappeared from sight.

The astonished children turned in hushed awe to their mother, and said in a whisper,
“Oh, mother, it was the Christ Child, was it not?”

And the mother answered in a low tone, “Yes.”

And it is said, dear children, that each Christmas Eve the little Christ Child
wanders through some town or village, and those who receive him and take him into their homes
and hearts have given to them this marvelous vision which is denied to others.

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Christmas Poems for Carol Concerts

Christian Christmas Poems For Carol Concerts

It seems as if this religious Christmas poem was specifically written for candlelight carol concerts!  We particularly love the imagery of the ending:  “And all the time that we must be apart, I keep a candle in my heart.”

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 here and now.

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

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Famed American poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote the poem “Christmas Bells” on December 25, 1864, shortly before the end of the American Civil War

Longfellow crafted this poem to express the years of despair from the horrors of the war that had raged across the states, but ends the poem with a message of hope.

The original poem had seven stanzas, but in 1872 John Baptiste Calkin took out two stanzas referencing the American Civil War and gave us the memorable Christmas carol we know today as “I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day.”

This Christmas poem would be a welcomed addition to any carol concert.

I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day

By Henry Wadsworth 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.

And though how, as the day had come,
the belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along the unbroken song
Of peace of earth, good will to men.

Till ringing, singing on its way
the world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime
Of peace of earth, good will to men.

And in despair I bowed my head
“There is no peach on earth,” I said,
“For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace of earth, good will to men.”

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
the wrong shall fail, the right prevail
With peace on earth, good will to men.”

Christian Christmas Poem I Heard the Bells by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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If you are looking for a Christmas poem for a carol concert, consider this next beautiful poem about three candles.  The first candle lights the Christmas tree; the second candle lights Baby Jesus’s way; while the third candle comforts a poor child in pain.

The Three Candles

By Evaleen Stein

When the Christmas-tide drew nigh,
On a shelf three candles bright,
Two were red and one was white,
Waited for who came to buy.

Said the first one, “I shall be
Chosen for a Christmas-tree!”
Said the second, “I shall light
Christ Jesus on His way to-night!”
Then the third one sighed, “Ah me,
I know not what my lot will be!”

When the dark fell, bright and gay
The first candle burned away,
Red as all the berries red
On the holly overhead,
While the children in their glee
Danced around the Christmas-tree.

And the second, twinkling bright,
Poured forth all its golden light
Through a window decked with green
Garlands and red ribbons’ sheen,
So the Christ-child when He came
Might be guided by its flame.

But the third one in the gloom
Of a bare and cheerless room
Softly burned where long had lain
A poor little child in pain,
And the baby in its bed
By the light was comforted.

When the Christ-child passed that night
All three candles gave Him light,
But the brightest was the spark
By the baby in the dark.

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This spiritual Christmas poem is by famed British poet Alfred Lord Tennyson.  With his beautiful words, we can image how quiet and still all nature was, waiting for the birth of Baby Jesus.  This poem would be perfect for carol concerts.

The Time Draws Near

By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid; the night is still;
The Christmas bells from hill to hill
Answer each other in the mist.

Four voices of four hamlets round,
From far and near, on mead and moor,
Swell out and fail, as if a door
Were shut between me and the sound:

Each voice four changes on the wind,
That now dilate, and new decrease,
Peace and goodwill, goodwill and peace,
Peace and goodwill, to all mankind.

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This Christian Christmas poem is like a beautiful baby’s lullaby.  Soft, soothing, and filled with love.  This poem could be recited at Sunday School or carol concerts by young children.

Manger Song (Modified)

By Frederick M. Lynk

Young Mary the mother
gazed fondly at Him,
and softly touched
the manger’s rim

Joseph sat musing
on a bundle of hay,
the shepherds played sweetly
a small harp lay.

The angels stood smiling
in heaven’s joy,
and humbling 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.

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This religious Christmas poem would be appropriate for carol concerts.  It speaks of music and blinding joy at the birth of God’s own Son.

Wonder

By Nancy Buckley

There is faint music in the night,
And pale wings fanned by silver flight;
A frosty hill with tender glow
Of countless stars that shine on snow.

A shelter from the winter storm,
A straw-lined manger, safe and warm,
And Mary crooning lullabies,
To hush her Baby’s sleepy sighs.

Her eyes are rapt under His face,
Unheeded here is time and space;
Her heart filled with blinding joy,
For God’s own Son, her little Boy!

Christian Christmas Poem Wonder by Nancy Buckley

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The tune for “Deck the Halls” is fun to sing, but the lyrics which traditionally accompany the tune don’t express the Christian’s heart.

This spiritual poem celebrates the true meaning of Christmas and takes advantage of the familiar sounds of a delightful tune.

All the Angels Sing

By Douglas Knighton

Jesus came to be our Saviour,
All the angels sang and God rejoiced!
Came to bring us Heaven’s favour,
All the angels sang and God rejoiced!
Born to open Heaven’s treasure,
Key to God’s holiness for all time.
Jesus is the Father’s pleasure,
Sent to us with love and joy sublime.

Jesus came to live among us,
All the angels sang and God rejoiced!
Showed us faith both true and joyous,
All the angels sang and God rejoiced!
Taught and lived God’s good commandments,
Never once sinned at all in his life.
Jesus offers us repentance,
Gave himself for our eternal life.

Jesus came to make us holy,
All the angels sang and God rejoiced!
Came to save us, meek and lowly,
All the angels sang and God rejoiced!
Guides us to Christ-like behavior,
Puts his love for the world in our soul.
Jesus Christ our only savior,
Takes away our sin and makes us whole.

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This next Christian Christmas poem is a perfect fit for carol concerts.  It reminds us to think about Jesus when we sing Christmas carols.

Carols of Christ

By Robert Hedrick

Though I enjoy some of the jingle bell music we hear in the Christmas season,
My favourites are those carols that tell the world of the true season’s reason.
The ones that put Christ in Christmas and year after year they keep Him there,
For the devil tries to take Him out and there are many who have joined his lair.

Some tell of the miracle God performed when Jesus came on Christmas morn,
For this would be the one and only time that to a virgin a child would be born.
Telling us that He was born in a lowly stable, for there was no room at the inn,
Then of wise men who came bringing gifts to the special baby that lay within.

There are carols telling about angles in heaven praising this new born King,
When they joined together and lifted up their voices to honour Him as they sing.
Others proclaim Christ to be the Saviour that the old prophets had written of,
Who someday would willingly give His life for our sins, doing so through love.

If not for these old carols, some would never hear what Christmas is all about,
Because all too often when Christmas is celebrated, Christ has been left out.
Then my prayer is that they are still being sung as Jesus appears in the sky,
Reminding us, He’s the reason for the season and it was for us He chose to die.

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This religious Christmas poem is appropriate for carol concerts, and to recite at nativity scenes.  It paints a vivid picture of the Baby Jesus lying in the manger, so meek and mild.

Bring Me to the Manger

By Anna Tucker

Bring me to the manger
For I desire to go,
Bring me to the manger,
For I desire to know,
The Holy child
So meek and mild,
So spotless and undefiled
Cradled therein,
For dark is this night
And I long e’en for the star
That did guide
The wise men from afar,
To where He lay,
For my soul shall weep and pray
Till I find my way
To Him!

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This lovely poem was inspired by six famous Christmas carols, with each verse reflecting the stanzas of a well-known song.  This mash-up is perfect for carol concerts!

All Ye Faithful

By Earl W Haskins

Hark the herald angels sing
A Lamb was born this day
Hail unto this newborn King
We trust Him, come what may

Deck the halls with boughs of holly
Enjoy this time of year
Mindful of our acts of folly
Let’s keep conviction near

O little town of Bethlehem
Or so the carol goes
He didn’t come here to condemn
But save, the Bible shows

God rest ye merry gentlemen
Our battles He will fight
Though often mocked by some of them
Thank God some see the light

Glory be to God on high
All His heavenly host
Happy Holidays” may apply
But “Merry Christmas” most

The first Noel, angels did say
All glory to His name
While in a tomb His body lay
Yet death could never claim

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Readings & Stories for Carol Concerts...

Religious Christmas Readings For Carol Concerts

This first reading is beloved.  While the words are simple, the sentiment is beautiful.  It would be a perfect addition to a carol concert.

With this Candle

Author Unknown

Where there is light, there is hope.
Where there is friendship, peace and truth.
Christmas is a time for celebrating the special people in our lives.
When I cannot find my way, I light a flame.
And at Christmas, I think of you.

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This is a popular religious reading at carol concerts, and reminds us that Christmas should be about remembering Christ’s birth, rather than all the gifts and fun times that come with this festive holiday.

Isaiah 7:14

Therefore the Lord Himself shall give you a sign;
Behold a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son,
and shall call His name Emmanuel.

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This Christmas reading is the real story about the life of Saint Nicholas and his generosity.  It would be a wonderful reading to give at a carol concert.

The Real St. Nick (Santa Claus)

By Dr. Ralph F. Wilson

“A vast multitude was imprisoned in every place,” wrote an eyewitness. “The prisons — prepared for murderers and robbers — were filled with bishops, priests, and deacons … so there was no longer room for those condemned of crimes.”*

You’d hardly expect to find old St. Nick in jail. But St. Nicholas is more than a children’s Christmas legend. He was flesh and blood, a prisoner for Christ, bishop of the Mediterranean city of Myra.

What do we know about the real St. Nicholas? He was born, ancient biographers tell us, to wealthy parents in the city of Patara about 270 A.D. He was still young when his mother and father died and left him a fortune.

As a teenager, Nicholas’ humility was already evident. He had heard about a family destitute and starving. The father had no money for food, much less the dowry needed to marry off his three daughters. He was ready to send his oldest girl into the streets to earn a living as a prostitute.

Under the cover of night, Nicholas threw a bag of gold coins through the window of their humble dwelling. In the morning the father discovered the gold. How he rejoiced: his family was saved, his daughter’s honour preserved, and a dowry for her marriage secured. Some time after, Nicholas secretly provided a dowry for the second daughter. Still later for the third.

But on the third occasion, the girls’ father stood watching. As soon as the bag of gold thudded on the floor, he chased after the lad till he caught him. Nicholas was mortified to be discovered in this act of charity. He made the father promise not to tell anyone who had helped his family. Then Nicholas forsook his wealth to answer a call to the ministry.

At the nearby city of Myra a bishop supervised all the churches of the region. When the bishop died, the bishops and ministers from other cities and villages — Nicholas among them — gathered to choose a successor.

Nicholas was in the habit of rising very early and going to the church to pray. This morning an aged minister awaited him in the sanctuary. “Who are you, my son?” he asked.

“Nicholas the sinner,” the young minister replied. “And I am your servant.”

“Come with me,” the old priest directed. Nicholas followed him to a room where the bishops had assembled. The elderly minister addressed the gathering. “I had a vision that the first one to enter the church in the morning should be the new bishop of Myra. Here is that man: Nicholas.”

Indeed they did choose him as bishop. Nicholas was destined to lead his congregation through the worst tribulation in history.

In A.D. 303, the Roman Emperor Diocletian ordered a brutal persecution of all Christians. Those suspected of following the Lord were ordered to sacrifice to pagan gods. Nicholas and thousands of others refused.

Ministers, bishops, and lay people were dragged to prison. Savage tortures were unleashed on Christians all over the empire. Believers were fed to wild animals.  Some were forced to fight gladiators for their lives while bloodthirsty crowds screamed for their death. Women suffered dehumanizing torment. Saints were beaten senseless, others set aflame while still alive.

Yet persecution couldn’t stamp out Christianity. Rather it spread. Third Century leader Tertullian observed,
“The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the Church.”

Those who survived Diocletian’s torture chambers were called “saints” or “confessors” by the people, because they didn’t forsake their confession that Jesus Christ is Lord. Nicholas was one of these.

Finally, after years of imprisonment, the iron doors swung open and Bishop Nicholas walked out, freed by decree of the new Emperor Constantine. As he entered his city once more, his people flocked about him. “Nicholas! Confessor!” they shouted. “Saint Nicholas has come home.”

The bishop was beaten but not broken. He served Christ’s people in Myra for another thirty years. Through the prayers of this tried and tested soldier of faith, many found salvation and healing. Nicholas participated in the famous Council of Nicea in 325 A.D. He died on December 6, about 343, a living legend, beloved by his whole city.

St. Nick of yuletide fame still carries faint reminders of this ancient man of God. The color of his outfit recollects the red of bishop’s robes. “Making a list, checking it twice,” probably recalls the old saint’s lectures to children about good behaviour.  Gifts secretly brought on Christmas eve bring to mind his humble generosity to the three daughters.

Yet if he were alive today, this saint would humbly deflect attention from himself. No fur-trimmed hat and coat, no reindeer and sleigh or North Pole workshop.  As he did in life centuries ago, Bishop Nicholas would point people to his Master.

“I am Nicholas, a sinner,” the old saint would say.  “Nicholas, servant of Christ Jesus.”

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NOTES: A great deal of legend has built up around St. Nicholas. The author has carefully selected material which he deemed to be the most credible accounts based on those found in Life of Nicholas by tenth century biographer Symeon Logotheta the Metaphrast, quoted by Charles W. Jones in Saint Nicholas of Myra, Bari, and Manhattan: Biography of a Legend (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1978).

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This next Christmas reading is about the three wisemen that travelled a long way to worship Baby Jesus, the King of Kings.  Consider this reading if you are participating in, or organizing, a carol concert.

Christmas Travelers

By Dr. Ralph F. Wilson

Christmas recalls the story of travellers propelled by the unhurried rhythm of their animals:

We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.

Why did these wisemen undertake such a journey?  A tall astronomer, advisor to the Persian king,
springs from his midnight vigil in the palace courtyard. “Casper, come! Look along the rod I’ve sighted toward the constellation of the Jews.” Casper peers into the blackness.

“Do you see it? That brilliant star is new tonight! It must signify the birth of a mighty king.”

A soft whistle escapes him as he spots it. “There it is!” He’s talking rapidly now. “I’ve read ancient Hebrew scriptures which tell of this ruler’s star.” Rising, he announces, “We must see him. We must go!”

Traversing the caravan routes of Persia, Babylon, and Syria for 1,200 miles, they ford broad rivers, pass ancient cities, cross barren deserts. Three months they trek westward, day after day, “following yonder star.”

In Jerusalem they inquire, “Where is he that is born King of the Jews? For we have seen his star in the East, and are come to worship him.” Worship? So the Babe is more than a king!

Now they follow the shining star till it rests over a simple Bethlehem home. At early dawn neighbours gather to watch the richly- robed travelers dismount. Joseph meets them at the door.

“We’ve come to see the child, the King.” The wise men fall before the Babe, faces to the floor, royal counselors doing homage, worshipping the Christ child. Outside, their servants unload weighty chests from the camels and set gifts before the King.

Heavy fragrances of frankincense and myrrh mingle to fill the room as one by one the boxes are opened.

A touch of the boy-child’s tiny fingers, a final longing look, and the men rise to go. Camel bells soon fade in the brisk morning air.

We, too, travel at Christmas, visiting family and friends. Yet, like the wisemen, the most important journey we make these hectic holidays is to draw nigh Jesus himself with the gift of our hearts.

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Christmas Poems About Jesus

Our Favourite Christmas Poems about Jesus

Looking for Christmas poems about Jesus, rather than about Santa Claus?  This first poem reminds us that Christmas is a symbol of Jesus’ never-ending love for us, and that we will find Him whenever we seek Him.

If You Look for Me at Christmas…

Author Unknown

If you look for me at Christmas,
you won’t need a special star;
I’m no longer just in Bethlehem,
I’m right there where you are.

You may not be aware of Me
amid the celebrations.
You’ll have to look beyond the stores
and all the decorations.

But if you take a moment
from your list of things to do,
and listen to your heart, you’ll find
I’m waiting there for you.

You’re the one I want to be with,
you’re the reason that I came,
and you’ll find Me in the stillness,
as I’m whispering your name.

Love, Jesus

Christian Christmas Poem If You Look for Me at Christmas By an Unknown Author

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When it comes to Christmas poems about Jesus, this is definitely one of our favourites.  The sentiment is that Jesus is the real light of Christmas, and the light of the whole world.

The Light Of Christmas

By Margaret Cagle

We bring in the Christmas season
With beautiful Christmas lights.
They shine forth across our cities
Throughout the season’s nights.

Many look forward to celebrating
This wonderful time of the year
By decorating their homes with lights
To spread some Christmas cheer.

We string lights on Christmas trees,
On wreaths hanging here and there.
Lights adorn many, many decorations.
We see pretty lights everywhere.

Jesus is the real light of Christmas.
He is the light of the world today.
He died on the cross for our sins.
He is the truth, the light, the way.

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This Christmas poem about Jesus implores us to remember that Christmas is about Christ and His salvation.  Let us not celebrate Christmas for the wrong reasons!

Leave Christ in Christmas

By Margaret Cagle

Christmas without Christ?
Tell me, how can it be?
So many people change it
To suit themselves, you see.

Can’t we say “Merry Christmas”
Instead of “Happy holidays”?
We take Christ out of Christmas
In so many different ways.

It is nice to exchange gifts
This special time of the year,
But what do we give to Christ,
Our Redeemer and Savior so dear?

Christ is really what makes it
A genuine Christmas season.
If we take Him out of Christmas,
We celebrate for the wrong reason.

I want Christ in my Christmas,
For inside my heart Jesus lives.
Jesus can be your Savior too,
For free salvation He gives.

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Our collection of Christmas poems about Jesus would not be complete without this poem.  It speaks about how the shepherds searched hastily for Jesus when He was born, and how we should hastily search for Him today.

They Came With Haste to Jesus

By Margaret Cagle

As shepherds watched their flocks
In a field in Judea one night,
They were amazed and startled
By a bright and shining light.

The angel of the Lord appeared
To announce a very special birth.
God sent His only Son, the Savior,
To be born here on this earth.

A multitude of the Heavenly host,
Praising God appeared to them then.
Saying, “Glory to God in the highest.
Peace on earth, good will toward men.”

Then when all the angels went away,
To one another the shepherds said,
“Let us go to the town of Bethlehem
And find the babe in the manger bed.”

Then the shepherds came with haste
And found Jesus, the Christ child.
He was wrapped in swaddling clothes,
God’s Son, so holy, meek, and mild.

Christ Jesus was born on the earth
So He could one day die for our sin.
Our Savior shed His precious blood.
He died to save the souls of men.

Let us come with haste to Jesus.
He can gloriously save you today.
Yes, Jesus is patiently waiting
To forgive and take your sins away.

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I wonder if God cried when he sent his only little child to die on the cross?  This Christmas poem about Jesus is very moving.

Christmas Tears

By Patricia Joan Polhans

I wonder if God cried when
He sent us his only son,
His most precious gift to offer
All of us with love.

Did a tear trickled down
His precious holy cheek
When he handed us his little boy
Did he then begin to weep?

I wonder if he cried when
Jesus was rejected.
Did his lips turn downward?
Was his heart broken and dejected?

For he’d given us his all,
His ultimate sacrifice,
Sending us his only child,
Were God’s tears a surprise?

Christmas is a happy time
For all of those we see
But for the Heavenly Father
Maybe this could not be!

How he must have wept
Over his little boy who’d die.
His life, vanished in the wind.
Christmas had to make him cry!

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This Christmas poem tells us that Jesus is the ultimate gift.

Give the Gift of Jesus

By Deborah Ann Belka

This Christmas . . .

I’m decorating my heart,
with the wrappings of His love.
Tying a ribbon around my soul,
with His blessings from above.

I going to avoid all the malls,
and stop not at a single store.
The only present I will give,
is the One that will restore.

I’m giving the gift of forgiveness,
sending cards about His grace.
I’m letting the glory of His birth,
beam across my thankful face.

I’m opening up my home,
for everyone to come and see.
The light of His beauty,
so to celebrate His birth with me.

I’m serving a dish of Christmas joy,
and offering up God’s good cheer.
We will feast upon His holiness,
and rejoice that our Saviour’s here.

I’m baking Him up a special cake,
singing to Him a birthday song.
And a slice of His love and mercy,
I’ll give out for all to take along.

I’m giving the offering of Jesus,
at naught at cost to me.
I’m sending out the message,
there is One gift that is truly free!

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This Christmas poem about Jesus hopes that we can put away our hatred or indifference long enough to see that He was born to save us from our misery.

Indifference

By Donna Hendrix

It has come! He is here! He is here!
Our Savior has come to us so near!
Born in a stable and lain in the manger
King Herod lurking, Oh what danger!

Magi heard of the baby from afar
Came to worship Him led by the star
Just as had been prophesied in days of old
Gifts for Him of frankincense, myrrh, and gold

Shepherds watched their flocks by night
Angels appeared to them from the Light
Your King has been born in Bethlehem this day
Make your way to worship Him and pray

As the Magi made their way to see the King
Where were the others with their gifts to bring?
As the shepherds made their way across the land
Did the others not see what was close at hand?

King Herod filled with jealousy and greed
Could not abide another King; God’s very seed
In Jesus’ day there were those who worshiped God’s child
Other’s were indifferent and some hated Him all the while

It sounds like the country in which I live
Many think Christmas is just a time for gifts to give
Never think of the Savior who came to save us all
Never think of the tiny baby who took the fall

Some hate Him with no plausible reason
They want to take His name out of the season
Happy holidays they say as they take your money
Just as Easter is now all about the bunny

How can you hate a man who lived a sinless perfect life
The one who can take from you all your struggles and strife
How can you hate the man who died for no reason except love
The only one who can open the door to heaven above

I pray that others can see the love He has for all society
That hardened hearts can soften as I make this plea
That nonbelievers can come to worship the tiny baby
Who came to earth for none other than you and me

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Jesus is the Lamb of God and His only Begotten Son.  This Christmas poem reminds us that His birth was the ultimate sign of God’s love for us.

The Lamb of God

By Donna Hendrix

In the stillness of a winter night
The earth received God’s Holy Light
An infant born to a young virgin girl
One tiny baby who would change the world

Birthed in a lowly barnyard stable
The King of kings who would enable
Born amid the cattle and sheep
The Lamb of God lay fast asleep

Wise men and kings traveled from afar
Led to this baby by the beautiful star
Shepherds were alerted by angels on high
The Savior is come; time to draw nigh

Angels filled the skies in glorious songs
Singing praises to Him all night long
Peace on earth and mercy mild
Came down to us in the form of a child

What a miracle for the world to see
Yet, many don’t believe He is our Savior to be
Many think the infant born in the stable
Is someone’s version of a long ago fable

Even those who walked with Him on earth
Doubted this man of the virgin birth
His wondrous miracles, compassion, and endless love
Were not proof enough for them that He came from above

This precious Christmas story is your saving grace
God’s gift of love to take sin’s place
He sent to this world His only begotten Son
This tiny Lamb of God; the Father’s will be done

~

This Christmas poem about Jesus reminds us that that God gave us His Son, even though He was destined for a life filled with sorrow and suffering, and ending with death.

Christmas poem for church : Glory Above All

By Sheila Bertrand

God became man, incarnate Son
Gave up the rights of deity
Stepping down from heaven’s throne
Putting off Your majesty

Knowing sorrow every day
As You walked this dreary earth
Seeing as we turned away
The very One who gave us birth

Man of sorrows, man of grief
Every day weighed down with pain
And though You knew what was to be
You determined to remain

Your love required You to bear
Excruciating agony
A suffering beyond compare
As You bore our sins on the tree

But however great Your purpose was
In sending Jesus to atone
Your glory rises above all
The glory that is Yours alone

All thoughts of us, though great and sweet
Were secondary in intent
Your first concern, Lord, was not me
Your glory is preeminent

You came to seek and save the lost
As a means to this great end
Your Father’s glory uppermost
Your Father’s Kingdom to extend

So in the cross Your glory shines
Which every eye at last will see
A glory, gracious and sublime,
That’s Yours for all eternity.

~

This poem discusses the trappings of a secular Christmas compared to the Godly perspective in Jesus Christ.

A True Christmas poem

By Paul Zimmerman Jr.

A special time to remember when
Why we’ve gathered together again
The meaning far beyond the lights
And toys and gifts and cancelled flights

Not just a day there is no work
Or mushy cards that have their quirks
The time of year the whole world sees
The Son of God not Christmas trees

Oh the hours we did spend
And how much cash now in the end?
It seems we try so hard to please
Everyone but Christ it seems!

Madly dashing here and there
As if this earthly world should care
Longing for the things we own
Instead of seeking Heaven’s Throne

Can we for once now just be still
And look at what is truly real?
Let us take time to reflect
The gift of Jesus, don’t forget!

~

This is another favourite Christmas poem about Jesus.  It entreats us to always remember that God’s love and Jesus’ sacrifice is the true meaning of Christmas.

Christmas poem Don’t Forget Jesus

By M.S. Lowndes

Christmas is a special time
To reflect on Jesus Christ,
The wonder of His lowly birth
Brings meaning to our lives

There really is no other reason
We celebrate this day,
The birth of God’s precious son
And the life, He willingly gave

But so much seems to distract us
In the busyness of our lives,
We loose our focus in all the happenings,
Not knowing, we leave out Christ

We loose sight of the true meaning
As we endlessly rush about,
Trying to find that perfect gift
Seems to cloud our Saviour out

We need to stop and reflect awhile,
Remembering our precious Lord,
His birth, His life, His sacrifice
And all that He stands for

For thought the world may celebrate
It seems, though, for other reasons,
Let’s keep in mind that Jesus Christ
Is the true meaning of the season

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