41. Christmas Carol
Famous Poem
The kings they came from out the south,
All dressed in ermine fine;
They bore Him gold and chrysoprase,
And gifts of precious wine.
Famous Poem
The kings they came from out the south,
All dressed in ermine fine;
They bore Him gold and chrysoprase,
And gifts of precious wine.
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Imagine waking up to that cool winter air
to see snow drifting and falling into your hair.
To build snowmen and snow angels and get into snowball fights,
and to snuggle in front of the fire that cool Christmas Eve night.
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Three wise men followed
Yonder star that starry night
Shepherds watched their flocks
Angles sang with delight
C - Christ is born in Bethlehem this night.
H - Holy Child, God's Heavenly Light.
R - Rejoicing in song by angels at His birth.
I - Illumination of a star from Heaven to Earth.
December is here and there's ice all around.
All the leaves are gone and the soil has hardened on the ground.
Icy breath as you exhale,
Silent soft snow descends.
Lights reflect into the night.
The world seems to wait,
Hushed before Christmas's delight.
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the hills
The kinfolk were drinkin' and tending their stills
The longjohns were hung by the chimney with care
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
You truly are a beauty.
I used to love to put you up,
Now it's a dreaded duty.
Christmas is a special time
To give, to serve, to love.
It isn't just about yourself,
But others that you think of.
I think I simply love this poem. Good job! The last stanza is very well written.
Christmas time is finally here.
It only comes but once a year,
And it's a time to spread good cheer
To those we love and hold so dear.
Beautiful poem. I love it. One of my favorite poems on this website.
Christmas is a time when everyone gathers together
To share love and bring hope of a light that will last forever.
At a time like this, there's no such thing as being alone.
When you're with the ones you love, you'll then learn to grow.
A happy fat Santa busy one day,
Looks to his elves, all busy with work and no play.
A little boy running through the snow
For every Christmas carol we sing,
For every present under the tree,
For every child that smiles with glee,
It's still about Jesus.
I wish for my lost loved ones to spread wings
So they'd fly back and share all Christmas things,
Just as they did back in their days on earth
And the holy birth was a source of great mirth.
In the damp, dusty cellar, surrounded by boxes,
Our excitement just grows without measure.
Searching and sorting with loud shouts of glee,
As we uncovered the grand Christmas treasure.
Driftin' on a dream...
Sitting here, I gaze out the window,
Fading away...
Five more days till Christmas.
Santa and his crew
were working overtime making
children's dreams come true.
I absolutely wish I wrote this brilliant, funny poem. Well done to the author.
Well, it is December, and Christmas is almost here
Another happy Christmas for family and good cheer
There will be tables loaded with turkeys, hams and sweets
We know there will be more than we could ever eat
I found it very touching as I've got 2 parents still but as some people they don't have parents so they don't get very many presents. I hope everyone has a good Christmas and just be grateful...
'Twas the week before Christmas and without fail
we still did not have our cards in the mail.
Our Christmas letter was blank, not even a line.
The address book lost (as it was most of the time).
Rows of houses blanketed with snow.
Christmas lights lucent and aglow.
A reindeer, a sleigh, like artwork on display.
Stories unraveling, brass bells ringing,
Though I live in Australia, I can picture the scene in my mind's eye. It's reminiscent of a Charles Dickens scene from Scrooge. I love the poem and appreciate the words and talent of the poet.