Christmas Poems For Kids. Read the best poems.

Christmas poems for kids

The best Christmas Poems for kids of all ages. Here you will find a list of poems in English. You can use these cute poems for cards or for reading practice. 



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  • Christmas by Iris Lane Franklin

Christmas is for mistletoe,
Evergreens, and holly…

  • A Ride With Santa by Ovie Pedige Tanner

I wish that dear old Santa
Would take me for a ride…

  • Getting Ready For Christmas by Doris Wilder

Oh, Christmas is a time of year
I love with all my heart…

  • Night before Christmas by Adelaide Brookins

When candles shine all down the street,
Children come, singing carols sweet…

  • Wait For Santa by Catherine Pulsifer

You are counting down the days
Making wishes for many toys…

  • Christmas by M.E. Miro

Christmas is more than a day in December
It’s all of those things that we love to remember…

  • Christmas Recipe by Gay Dowling

A pound of fun
And a pound of joy…

  • My Dad Would Like To Be Santa by Graham Craven

His belly’s getting bigger,
And his hair is turning white…

  • The Christmas Poem by Nancy Hartwell

God chose Mary to hear the Baby,
For she had no sin…

  • Listening For Santa by Annabel Sheila

A squeak on the stairs.
Could Santa be here…

  • Mom is Making Christmas by Vicky A. Luong

Cookies baking in the kitchen,
The smell floats through the air…

  • Christmas Tree Aligh by Ila Lewis Funderburgh

We’ve the loveliest Christmas tree this year;
It’s on the lawn, but very near…

  • A Christmas Angel by Denise Burke

Oh, I wish I was an angel on the tree
Oh, I wish I was an angel on the tree…

  • Two Letters To Santa by Annabel Sheila

I wrote a letter to Santa
To make sure he would know…

  • Five Little Reindeer

Five little reindeer playing in the snow
The first one said, “Can you see my nose glow?”…

  • The Littlest Christmas Tree by Amy Peterson

The littlest Christmas tree
lived in a meadow of green…

  • Santa’s Gift by Elaine P. Keefe

The laughter of eternity’s children
Resides in the glint of his eyes…

  • Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer by Johnny Marks

Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer
had a very shiny nose.

  • A White Christmas by Carla Jean Laglia Esely

Twas the night before Christmas.
With a blanket of white.

  • ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas by Clement Clarke Moore

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse…

  • The Little Christmas Carollers by L.A. Franc

We are a band of carollers,
We march through frost and snow…

  • Christmas Long Ago by Jo Geis

Frosty days and ice-still nights,
Fir trees trimmed with tiny lights…



 

Christmas poems for kids

 

Christmas by Iris Lane Franklin

Christmas is for mistletoe,
Evergreens, and holly;
Christmas is for Santa Claus,
Red and fat and jolly.

Christmas is for hearts to love
And voices to sing.
For on that day in Bethlehem
Was born the Christ, the King.


A Ride With Santa by Ovie Pedige Tanner

I wish that dear old Santa
Would take me for a ride;
I’d like to drive his reindeer
And sit by Santa’s side.

I’d like to help old Santa
Find all the girls and boys,
So each one might be happy
With Christmas books and toys.

Jingle, jingle, jingle,
Christmas toys we’d bring;
Jingle, jingle, jingle,
How the bells would ring!



Getting Ready For Christmas by Doris Wilder

Oh, Christmas is a time of year
I love with all my heart;
And best of all, I think I like
The getting-ready part!

We practice carols weeks ahead
And mail some things away
I get to help sign Christmas cards
And make the house look gay

We plan a program for our church
And make some gifts at school,
The postman brings us packages —
We hide them; that’s our rule.

We trim the Christmas tree, we cook,
We wrap for all we’re worth;
But best of all, we read once more
Of baby Jesus’birth.


Night before Christmas by Adelaide Brookins

When candles shine all down the street,
Children come, singing carols sweet.

Homes are hung with sprays of holly;
All are merry — all are jolly.

A Christmas tree with tinsel gay
Holds gifts for all on Christmas day.

Children hang stockings in a row;
Santa will fill them to the toe.

When evening prayers have all been said,
Good little children go to bed.

Then comes the sound of reindeer’s feet
With Santa in the driver’s seat.



Wait For Santa by Catherine Pulsifer

You are counting down the days
Making wishes for many toys
Many times you heard the phrase
Patience, my little girls and boys.

Santa is watching just to see
If you’ve been good or bad
I know you will be full of glee
A good kid you are — for that I’m glad.

The tree is up and the lights are on
The stockings all hung in a row
The cookies you baked will be gone
When Santa’s reindeer land on the snow.

Sweet dreams to you, now go to sleep in your bed
And if you happen to awake
You may see the tracks of the sled
But oh, not a sound you will make.

You must wait for Santa to leave
The house will be quiet and still
Before you sneak down to the tree
But the wait is all part of the thrill.


Christmas by M.E. Miro

Christmas is more than a day in December
It’s all of those things that we love to remember
Its carolers singing familiar refrains
Bright colored stockings and shiny toy trains
Streamers of tinsel and glass satin balls
Laughter that rings through the house and its halls
Christmas is more than a day in December
Its the magic and the love That we’ll always remember.



Christmas Recipe by Gay Dowling

A pound of fun
And a pound of joy
Make a nice present
For a girl or boy.

A cup of goodness
And a cup of love
Really are gifts
From heaven above.

A pinch of holly
And a pinch of pine —
Now, we know
It’s Christmas time.


My Dad Would Like To Be Santa by Graham Craven

His belly’s getting bigger,
And his hair is turning white.
His eyes shine and sparkle
Like the stars on Christmas night.

He couldn’t fit down chimneys
When he can just fit through a door.
One mince pie would never do
He’d only ask for more.

He likes a nip of brandy;
It sets his cheeks aglow.
When he forgets the words to carols,
He just shouts Ho, Ho, Ho.

He hasn’t got a reindeer
That runs silently through space,
But his car is Eco Friendly
And could beat Rudolph in a race.

He can’t afford a new red suit
With boots and matching belt,
But his smile is warmer than the sun
That can make the snow tops melt.

My dad would like to be Santa
And fill the world with glee,
So until they advertise the job,
He’ll give all his love to me.


The Christmas Poem by Nancy Hartwell

God chose Mary to hear the Baby,
For she had no sin.
When she and Joseph got to Bethlehem,
There was no room at the inn.

Christ was born in a stable
And lay on some hay.
He had a ring above His head
A bright array.

Some shepherds — on that long-ago date —
Were watching their flocks by night
When out of the heavens came an angel
And a glorious light.

The angel told them where
The newborn King was laid.
So the shepherds hurried to the spot
And there their homage paid.

Three Wise Men searched the sky one night
And came across a brand-new star.
«A King!» they said,
So they started from afar.

Myrrh, frankincense, and gold
Were the gifts beside Him laid.
They bowed their heads,
And they prayed.



Listening For Santa by Annabel Sheila

A squeak on the stairs.
Could Santa be here?
Better pull my blankets
Up to my ears.

He comes down the chimney,
That’s how he gets in.
Santa uses magic
To make himself thin.

I better keep still,
Can’t make a peep.
He doesn’t leave toys,
Unless you’re asleep.

My door just opened.
Someone’s by my bed.
It wasn’t Santa after all,
‘Cause Mom just kissed my head.


Mom is Making Christmas by Vicky A. Luong

Cookies baking in the kitchen,
The smell floats through the air;
Mom is making Christmas
with her usual merry flair

The house she gaily decorated,
Each gift she stiched with love,
And we’ll gather around the Christmas tree
for an evening of old-fashioned fun

This evening she’ll sing a carol for us
With her angel’s voice.
Yes, Mom is making Christmas,
A true reason to rejoice.


Christmas Tree Aligh by Ila Lewis Funderburgh

We’ve the loveliest Christmas tree this year;
It’s on the lawn, but very near.
After dark when I went to see
The shining beauty of our tree,
There under branches deep and green
Was the sweetest sight I’ve ever seen!

By a bulb that glowed like a red, red rose,
A chickadee warmed his chilly toes,
Then fluffed his feathers and hid his head
And went to sleep in his nice, warm bed.

When I awake late in the night
And saw the spruce tree still alight,
I snuggled down, happy because I knew
The chickadee had a warm place too.



A Christmas Angel by Denise Burke

Oh, I wish I was an angel on the tree
Oh, I wish I was an angel on the tree
I’d give every girl and boy
Lots of Christmas peace and joy
Oh, I wish I was an angel on the tree


Two Letters To Santa by Annabel Sheila

I wrote a letter to Santa
To make sure he would know
It’s only two weeks until Christmas
And we still don’t have any snow.

Just didn’t want his reindeer
To have to work too hard.
I was afraid they might get stuck
In the mud outside in our yard.

I mailed my letter on Monday,
Only two days ago.
As I dropped it in the mailbox,
It slowly started to snow.

It’s been snowing ever since,
More as each day goes by.
I’m getting kind of worried now
That Santa will think I lied.

I’ll write another letter
And mail it off today.
Tell Santa not to worry,
There’ll be lots of snow for his sleigh.


Five Little Reindeer

Five little reindeer playing in the snow
The first one said, “Can you see my nose glow?”
The second one said, “Listen to me sing!”
The third one said, “I can hear the bells ring.”
The fourth one said, “Let’s eat the pie!”
The fifth one said, “I’m ready to fly.”
Then clomp went their hooves
And the snow fell white
As the five little reindeer flew out of sight.



The Littlest Christmas Tree by Amy Peterson

The littlest Christmas tree
lived in a meadow of green
among a family
of tall evergreens.
He learned how to whisper
the evergreen song
with the slightest of wind
that came gently along.

He watched as the birds
made a home out of twigs
and couldn’t wait till
he, too, was big.
For all of the trees
offered a home,
the maple, the pine, and the oak,
who’s so strong.

«I hate being little,»
the little tree said,
«I can’t even turn colors
like the maple turns red.
I can’t help the animals
like the mighty old oak.
He shelters them all
in his wide mighty cloak.»

The older tree said,
«Why, little tree, you don’t know?
The story of a mighty king
from the land with no snow?»
Little tree questioned,
«A land with no snow?»
«Yes!» said old tree,
«A very old story,
from so long ago.»

«A star appeared,
giving great light
over a manger
on long winter’s night.
A baby was born,
a king of all kings,
and with him comes love
over all things.»

«He lived in a country
all covered in sand,
and laid down his life
to save all of man.»

Little tree thought of the gift
given by him,
then the big tree said with the
happiest grin,
«We’re not just trees,
but a reminder of that day.
There’s a much bigger part
of a role that we play!»

«For on Christmas Eve,
my life I’ll lay down,
in exchange for a happier,
loving ground.
And as I stand dying,
they’ll adorn me in trim.
This all will be done
in memory of him.»

«Among a warm fire,
with family and friends,
in the sweet songs of Christmas,
I’ll find my great end.
Then ever so gently,
He’ll come down to see
and take me to heaven,
Jesus and me.»

«So you see, little tree,
we are not like the oak
who shelters all things
beneath his great cloak.
Nor are we like the maple
in fall,
whose colors leave many
standing in awe.»

«The gift that we give
is ourselves, limb for limb,
the greatest of honor,
in memory of him.»

The little tree bowed
his head down and cried
and thought of the king
who willingly died.
For what kind of gift
can anyone give
than to lay down your life
when you wanted to live?

A swelling of pride
came over the tree.
Can all of this happen
Because of just me?
Can I really bring honor?
By adorning a home?
By reminding mankind
that he’s never alone?

With this thought, little tree
began singing with glee.
Happy and proud
to be a true Christmas tree.

You can still hear them singing
even the smallest in height,
singing of Christmas
and that one holy night.


Santa’s Gift by Elaine P. Keefe

The laughter of eternity’s children
Resides in the glint of his eyes,
And his joyous laugh, which surrounds us all,
Leaves an echo that never dies.

The good will he sows so generously
Wraps us warmly in blankets of cheer,
And the words that he speaks bring great hope and joy
To small angels far and near.

To see a child’s hopeful excitement
As he rests upon Santa’s knee
Or the look of wonder on her face
When she encounters the magical tree

Overwhelms my heart with tenderness
And brings me lightness of mind.
Santa is here to spread his gift
Of peace to all mankind.



Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer by Johnny Marks

Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer
had a very shiny nose.
And if you ever saw it,
you would even say it glows.

All of the other reindeer
used to laugh and call him names.
They never let poor Rudolph
join in any reindeer games.

Then one foggy Christmas Eve
Santa came to say:
“Rudolph with your nose so bright,
won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?”

Then how the reindeer loved him
and they shouted out with glee:
“Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer,
you’ll go down in history!”


A White Christmas by Carla Jean Laglia Esely

Twas the night before Christmas.
With a blanket of white.
That covered the earth all through the night.
The trees sparkled like diamonds.
With a glitter so bright.
That each little twinkle made its own Christmas light.
A hope and a prayer a white Christmas would be.
Awaiting the dawn so all could see.
The beauty and joy a white Christmas does bring.
To the holiday season as carolers sing.
For twas the night before Christmas.
God answered your prayer.
With a blanket of white.
Placed with God’s loving care.



‘Twas The Night Before Christmas by Clement Clarke Moore

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
«Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blixen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!»
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
«Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!»


The Little Christmas Carollers by L.A. Franc

We are a band of carollers,
We march through frost and snow,
But care not for the weather
As on our way we go.
At every hall or cottage
That stands upon our way,
We stop to give the people
Best wishes for the day.
We pray a merry Christmas,
Made bright by Christmas cheer,
With peace, and hope, and gladness
And all they may hold dear.
And for all those that happen
To pass us on our way
We have a smile, and wish them
A merry Christmas-day.



Christmas Long Ago by Jo Geis

Frosty days and ice-still nights,
Fir trees trimmed with tiny lights,
Sound of sleigh bells in the snow,
That was Christmas long ago.
Tykes on sleds and shouts of glee,
Icy-window filigree,
Sugarplums and candle glow,
Part of Christmas long ago.
Footsteps stealthy on the stair,
Sweet-voiced carols in the air,
Stocking hanging in a row,
Tell of Christmas long ago.
Starry nights so still and blue,
Good friends calling out to you,
Life, so fact, will always slow…
For dreams of Christmas long ago.

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