Cute Christmas Poems
CHRISTMAS
My goodness, my goodness,
It's Christmas again.
The bells are all ringing.
I do not know when
I've been so excited.
The tree is all fixed,
the candles are lighted,
The pudding is mixed.
The wreath's on the door
And the carols are sung,
The presents are wrapped
And the holly is hung.
The turkey is sitting
All safe in it's pan
And I am behaving
As calm as I can.
ONE NIGHT
Last winter when the snow was deep
And speckled on the lawn
And there was moonlight everywhere,
I saw a little fawn.
I watched her playing in the snow
She did not want to leave,
She must have known before she came
That is was Christmas Eve.
DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS
We have been helping with the cake
And licking out the pan,
And wrapping up our packages
As neatly as we can.
And we have hung our stockings up
Beside the open grate,
And now there's nothing more to do
EXCEPT
TO
WAIT!!!
Above poems by Marchette Chute
ASHES OF THE CHRISTMAS TREE
By: Yetza Gillespie
When Christmas Trees at last are burned
Upon the hearth, they leap and flash
More brilliantly than other wood,
And wear a difference in the ash.
They do not lie in pallid gray,
But rise above the flames--oh,see!
They lift like clouds of silver moths,
For they have been the Christmas Tree.
THE FRIENDLY BEASTS
Author Unknown
Jesus us our brother, strong and good,
Was humbly born in a stable rude,
And the friendly beasts around Him stood,
Jesus our brother, strong and good.
"I," said the donkey, shaggy and brown,
"I carried His mother up hill and down,
I carried her safely to Bethlehem town;
I," said the donkey, shaggy and brown.
"I," said the cow, all white and red,
"I gave Him my manger for His bed,
I gave Him my hay to pillow His head,
I," said the cow, all white and red.
"I," said the sheep, with curly horn,
"I gave Him my wool for His blanket warm,
He wore my coat on Christmas morn;
I," said the sheep, with curly horn.
"I," said the dove, from rafters high,
"Cooed Him to sleep, my mate and I,
We cooed Him to sleep, my mate and I;
I," said the dove, from rafters high.
And every beast, by some good spell,
In the stable dark was glad to tell,
Of the gift he gave Immanuel,
The gift he gave Immanuel.
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