Poems about Christmas poems

Alone--with one fair star for company, The loveliest star among the hosts of night, While the grey tide ebbs with the ebbing light-- I pace along the darkening wintry sea. Now round the yule-log a

Once again it's Christmas Time, time for us to be, Busy wrapping presents and setting up the tree. It seems we have so many things, to think of and to do, We may forget that Christmas, has a de

You were never told, Mother, how old Illyawas drunkThat last holiday, for five days and nightsHe stumbled through Petersburg formingA choir of mutes, he dressed them in pink ascension gownsAnd,

Dear, look to the Christmas angel atop your Christmas tree. Then all your wishes will come true, When she smiles down on you. Listen to the bells of Christmas ringing throughout the land The chu

christmas list and christmas wishall apart of the christmas themewithout any of it its like there is no meaningbut im here to tell im here to yellthat christmas is not all about youchristmas sh

Christmas day arrives.Stockings are first to be explored.Oranges, apples and sweets.On their beds adorn.Mum and Dad are awoke, at some early hour.By children’s faces, filled with laughter and

There is something about Christmas, In Santa Claus and twinkling trees, In the joy and laughter of every child, People kneeling in prayer on arthritic knees.There is something about Christmas, T

Christmas time is getting nearI don't have much Christmas cheerPain from the past much on my mindTo all my loved ones, I'll be kindThinking about those, I lost in the pastWanting this to be over,

The greatest gift of God to man is Christ! The love for creature man that God displayed; Born in a manger of Virgin Mary, By the power of the Holy Spirit, To redeem mankind from the wages of sin,

Christmas roses white as milk, Petals soft, and smooth as silk, Adding charm to Christmas Fare Your beauty is beyond compare. Christmas roses sweet and white Look exquisite by candlelight. Stan

Just once before I die I wouldso love to see a lot of smiling faces,each morning when I board the city bus.Mind you, there is no pressing needfor outright reverence or admiration.I am comp

IT was the calm and silent night! Seven hundred years and fifty-three Had Rome been growing up to might, And now was Queen of land and sea. No sound was heard of clashing wars; Peace brood