Let’s share Christmas poems!

greddycandy

Hi @Elsa here's some Christmas poems

Thanx for the tag @Diamond Lim

shshsh2w2

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…

and this one is also my favourite:

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.

Peanut7139

Nice poems everyone

istuff

Thanks @Elsa , this is fun.

carmenechevarria

🌲🌲🌲

Andres-2

Thanks for the tag @Diamond Lim

Hi @Elsa

shshsh2w2

What crowding thoughts around me wake,

What marvels in a Christmas-cake!

Ah say, what strange enchantment dwells

Enclosed within its odorous cells?

Is there no small magician bound

Encrusted in its snowy round?

For magic surely lurks in this,

A cake that tells of vanished bliss;

A cake that conjures up to view

The early scenes, when life was new;

When memory knew no sorrows past,

And hope believed in joys that last! —

Mysterious cake, whose folds contain

Life’s calendar of bliss and pain;

That speaks of friends for ever fled,

And wakes the tears I love to shed.

Oft shall I breathe her cherished name

From whose fair hand the offering came:

For she recalls the artless smile

Of nymphs that deck my native isle;

Of beauty that we love to trace,

Allied with tender, modest grace;

Of those who, while abroad they roam,

Retain each charm that gladdens home,

And whose dear friendships can impart

A Christmas banquet for the heart!

🎅🤶🎅🎅🎅🎅🎅🎅🤶❄️☃️🎄

Nat09

Hi @Elsa here’s a poem

I love the smell of Christmas tree that greets me every morning 🎄 it smells so good 😊🐰

Munster

Merry Christmas everyone!!

_Elsa_

Help Wanted

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. (Source)