Free Christmas Poems

Free Christmas Readings and Poems


A Christmas Ornament
Poems by Denis Kucharski

I pulled the old Christmas ornament
gingerly from the mouse-devoured box
It had a wind-up lever
the kind which played music
brought from the past
memories of childhood
of a now long dead mother
playing the same tune for me
frozen in time
the little brown bear
upon a rocking horse
and me, awaiting Christmas mo(u) rning
expectant, jubilant,
presently in a house
that long ago was the same
But now, forever changed
'Why do those whom we love have to die'
A tear, falling from my eye
embarrassed, I went outside
and sobbed violently
then went back in, standing tall
and held in a Christmas
and a time
Now long past
and which only survives
inside my memory.


May You Walk Among the Stars of Morning

Free poem by Nicholas Gordon

May you walk among the stars of morning,
Eden waiting silent for the dawn,
Ready to unravel without warning,
Restless with the urge to be reborn.
Years of longing pale into beauty;
Christmas is a never-realized dream.
However much devoted to your duty,
Remember that the flow is not the stream.
In my heart you wear a crown of glory
So radiant that time must turn away.
The vision rises from the untold story
More lovely than what sees the light of day.
As you can never know just who you are,
So let my love become your eastern star.


A Christmas Carol
Poem by G.K.Chesterton

The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap,
His hair was like a light.
(O weary, weary were the world,
But here is all aright.)

The Christ-child lay on Mary's breast
His hair was like a star.
(O stern and cunning are the kings,
But here the true hearts are.)

The Christ-child lay on Mary's heart,
His hair was like a fire.
(O weary, weary is the world,
But here the world's desire.)

The Christ-child stood on Mary's knee,
His hair was like a crown,
And all the flowers looked up at Him,
And all the stars looked down.


Christmas Is a Time for Love and Fun
Free Xmas Poems

Christmas is a time for love and fun,
A time to reshape souls and roots and skies,
A time to give your heart to everyone
Freely, like a rich and lavish sun,
Like a burning star to those whose lonely sighs
Show need of such a time for love and fun.

For children first, whose pain is never done,
Whose bright white fire of anguish never dies,
It's time to give your heart to every one,

That not one angel fall, to hatred won
For lack of ears to listen to her cries,
Or arms to carry him towards love and fun,

Or friends to care what happens on the run
To adult life, where joy or sadness lies.
It's time to give your heart to everyone,

For God loves all, and turns His back on none,
Good or twisted, ignorant or wise.
Christmas is a time for love and fun,
A time to give your heart to everyone.


To Santa Claus
By Jennie D. Moore

Dear Santa Claus, I'll let you know
The few things that I need,
And if you'll bring them to me
I'll be much obliged indeed.

I want a horse and wagon,
And a boat that's painted red,
An elephant, a jumping-jack—
You need not bring a sled,

For I have one very pretty;
But I want a trotting-horse,
A man who wheels a wheel-barrow,
And candy, too, of course.

Now, Santa dear, you'll not forget.
I wish you'd write them down,
And leave them all at my house
When you journey through the town.


Falling Snow
By Alan Williams

See how they fall
An infinity of heavenly aspirations
Come to convert the world
With its deep and even purity.

Sent to nullify and cleanse
To enhance and beautify
To muffle and calm
With the tranquility

Of a gossamer eiderdown.
To cloak in a mystery
Of endless variations
Of the same tonal theme;

Converting everything
To a glistening coalescence.
Tidying up the farmyard
Smoothing out the fields

Transmogrifying neglected gardens
Into dazzling showpieces,
Cluttered garden sheds
Into sparkling summer-houses,

Making abandoned bean sticks
As elegant as sculptured crystal,
And fondant death-traps
Of old familiar ponds

Enhancing the weary timothy
In the sad neglected churchyard.
Cheering up the stories
On the long forgotten grave stones.

Turning distant spires
Into alabaster space rockets
And drooping telephone lines
Into crystal mooring ropes

For ocean going bungalows.
The purification is complete, unblemished
Save for the prints of wandering spirits
Fading like childhood memories.

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