Christian Christmas Poems
Ya know in late November
when trees are goin’ bare—
My mind gets kinda fuzzy,
an’ into space I stare.
After snows have fallen,
it’s like livin’ in a cave,
but then here come the holidays
that I know I’m ‘bout to brave.
I get just plum’ excited
as I make my Christmas list,
an’ hang the ribboned mistletoe,
to await that special kiss.
I go straight to our packed garage
to dig out stuff that’s stored—
knowin’ for the next two weeks
I’ll surely not be bored.
The tree, I make my husband fetch,
as I stay warm inside
sippin’ on hot chocolate,
lettin’ housework kinda slide.
I know I’ll fill the living room
with boxes of bright things—
folks call ‘em decorations,
but they’re just my gatherings…
Things the children made in school—
A must on every tree,
an’ socks we’ve had so many years
hung on mantled chim-in-ey.
The Angel for a Topper—
her wings well worn an’ tattered,
an’ yes, the silver garland
also looks a little battered.
But nothing dashes my love
for all these precious things
that bring so many memories,
my heart begins to sing.
I find the lights to hang outside—
I know my man will grumble.
I remember last year how I laughed
when from the roof he tumbled.
I shop, I buy, I hide things,
make lists of food galore,
I wade in snow up to my knees
to get to every store.
I won’t be stopped, I stumble forth,
I feel I’m on a mission—
All women know shop-aholics
have more fun than guy’s ice-fishin’.
I bake, I clean, I write the cards,
an’ yes, I call my friends.
I wave to Santa at the mall—
Oh, I hope this never ends!
I greet so many strangers.
“Merry Christmas to you,” I say,
remembering the Savior—
not just “Happy Holidays.”
The night before the big event,
while kids are tucked in bed,
I wrap the presents with big bows—
Some silver, green, an’ red.
Yes, Christmas Eve, I’m almost spent—
half crazy, but I love it.
The gang will all arrive here soon,
but I think nothing of it.
They say I’m “Christmas Nutty,”
but it never hurts my feelin’s.
It’s worth the effort every year
to perform these birthday dealin’s.
For in my heart—with all the rush,
I think about the Christ-child,
an’ thank Him for his comin’—
that’s why I just go wild!
My vote is to have Christmas traditions all year round. You see at
Christmas time most people at least the ones I have met, always change just a
little for the better around Christmas. I do not know whether or not it is the
great yuletide Christmas carols, the festive atmosphere everywhere you go, or just some
hidden part in all of us that screams out,
The feeling of the Christmas holidays is truly all about family, friends and celebrating all things good.
The Lord's birthday is swiftly coming
Enhance your Christmas, with Christmas poems
and stories highlighted with your favorite Christmas carols.
Christmas traditions are fast becoming a family way of life.