The Writing Forum Member’s Christmas Poetry Page 2 of 2 To Page 1   Click on any title below to be linked to that poem. To access the author’s home page, click on their name at the bottom of the poem: OUR CHRISTMAS POEMS: “Twas the Night Mom Cancelled Christmas” by Kimmy Van Kooten “His Mother’s Tears Still Waits to Fall” by Kimmy Van Kooten “Christmas, 2011” by Jim Martin “Santa’s Big Question” by Rob Bristol “5 a.m.” by Kathryn McL. Collins “The Christmas Ornaments” by Paul Curtis “Christmas” (acrostic) by Paul Curtis “I Would Give to You On Christmas Morning” by Paul Curtis “Christmas Is...” by Jim Martin“ “A Ferrety Christmas” by Cathy Brady “Fond Christmas Memories” by Annabel Sheila “The Joy of Christmas” by Annabel Sheila “Christmas Triolet” by Rob Bristol “Christmas Trinity” by Samuel E. Stone “Alphabet of Christmas” by Paul Curtis “Christmas Recipe” by Paul Curtis “Merry Christmas and Goodwill to All Men” by Paul Curtis “Christmas In the 1900’s” by Joyce Johnson “Christmastime” by Toni D. Helfrick “It’s Christmas” by Toni D. Helfrick “Christmas Candles” by Rob Bristol “The Birth of Jesus” by Ronnie Doe “Christmas Day” by Ronnie Doe “When Christmas Ain’t Merry” by Ronnie Doe   "His Mother's Tear Still Waits to Fall" by Kimmy Van Kooten No fear of God in her eyes so young She rode on High through the desert sun Within her womb, imposed a Redeeming Star Upholding Divinities’ guying Light. . . Faith rode upon this wondrous feat Unknown lands to an unsung beat Here in the midst of a simple wing A manger Becoming where His Angel’s sing Her tear stays upon this Blessed face Never descends to deluge abase Stilling peace, beneath eyes of wonder No query she has, just sorts of somber. . . This auspice Infant among Herald waives Dominus rests in this attending Babe Allay all breach! Don’t wound Their hearts. . . Devote yourself, directed, where virtue imparts! A mother dreads even the littlest of hurt When gazing upon our miraculous birth With ever-waking and watchful eye She keeps a vigil on her helpless child I know her tear will fall, eventually but for now I will praise Him, especially... Love and Peace, I will always pray. . . And God Bless you all on this Christmas Day! ~This poem is dedicated to my dearest friend, Kathy Buck Petco, who keeps vigil over her son, Tommy Althouse,  and has for ove  five years…I pray he wakes and wipes all her tears away!   ~Please Click Here for More Information About Thomas ©Kimmy Van Kooten   "Twas the Night Mom Cancelled Christmas" by Kimmy Van Kooten It was the week before Christmas In 2011 When our mom yelled out with an awful breath, and. . . Her face was red. . . and her hair had rose! She was gnashing her teeth and over-sweeping our floors! Now, if you know mom, like I know mom! Now’s about time you'd run! ‘Cause our mother is livid And in one of her moods. . . She's even threatening us with taking away all of our food! From the tops of her lungs she wrote off ANY and ALL fun. . . Then proceeded to warn us on How we should be thankful she didn’t own a gun! She screamed from her bellows! "This house is a wreck!" then, bulleted every last one of us pains in her neck! “I refuse to have Christmas!”, she unendingly chimed. . . Then told every last one of us Somethin' 'bout borrowed time. . .? She called us mean things, like, "ungrateful" and "brats!" Then clearly she stated, “ Santa will NOT be coming here, this year for that!” "You kids don’t make your beds and all these bathrooms are gross! The dishes are smellin’ of last nights rump roast! The chore chart has no meaning around here any more! So, I’m canceling Christmas!" Then,  she stormed out the door! She left us all looking at each other in WOW! Mom is really mad! She’s MAD AS A COW! Christmas is cancelled? Did I hear her right? Mom wouldn’t do that on His Silent Night! Twas’ the night before Christmas. . . And we all got a little scared! 'Cause, Mom wasn’t budging. . . She did'nt seem to care! So far as we noticed, no decorations about? No tree, no lights, no mistletoe hanging . . .not even a candle or any of that green garland swayin'! I laid in my bed and gathered my scruples Stared at my ceiling,  with my wide-eyed pupils. . . It came upon me . . . on that Midnight,  so clearly~ That,  I love my mother!. . .  ever so dearly! I jumped out of bed to wake up my brothers Then called out to my sisters and pulled off their covers Yes!. . . and, all of us were stirring Even that creature, the mouse. . . We all pitched in together and cleaned up the WHOLE house! "Mom will be happy", I said" And, she'll take it all back!" About Christmas being canceled and all that flack. . . She will soften our punishment and leave us at ease Good Ole' ’St. Nick will come here this Eve! Not long after,  we cleaned up that big mess. . . We crashed in our beds for a few hours rest! I remember I dreamed of all that sugar plum stuff And these strange dancing visions of Billy Goat Gruff!? I wasn't really sure now,  if all our hard work was enough!? I woke Christmas morn’and couldn't believe such a sight! No one came to our house in the middle of night! Santa? Where are our presents all wrapped up in bows? What happen to our stockings that always hung low? I couldn't smell the smells of the piney pine tree scent? "Did mom follow through with every word that she meant?" Yup, Christmas is canceled! But, how can that be? Nothing like this has ever happened to me! Our stockings flat,  still In the box from last year. . . Not even one measly cookie for Santa, I fear! The only thing festive that any of us can see Is Mom sitting and sipping’ Daddy's' specially-brewed Christmas morning coffee! Yup! There she was. . . all-lounging around Big-grinning at me. . . Hmm? In what seems. . .to. . .  be. . . ? A brand spanking' new Christmas robe and nitie!???? :) ©Kimmy Van Kooten   "Christmas, 2011" by Dr. James E. Martin That festive time of the year, That many anticipate, Is once again finally here And families will congregate. Another year has hastened on, A new one is ever near. This year’s opportunities almost gone, New ones will soon appear. As we celebrate this Christmas season And loved ones are gathered around, May the holiday’s real reason In all, with great joy, abound. Dr. James E. Martin ©December 21, 2011   "Santa's Big Question" by Rob Bristol "Excuse me, sir", said the baby with a smile, "Please could you stay and talk with me a while?", Santa turned around with a look of surprise, To find a wee laddie with pretty blue eyes. "What may I tell you?", Santa Claus asked, "I've the time to spare, your visit is my last" The boy then asked Santa, in words so clear, "Tell me who are you and why you are here?" "My name is Santa Claus, I visit girls and boys, Rewarding those who're good by bringing new toys, Though the answer to your question, why am I here, The clue is in a story, we hear this time of year". "Allow me to think, so that I may tell it right, Two thousand years ago, a vision came in sight, A shining star was followed by three wise men, It led them to a stable in the town of Bethlehem". "Fuelled by curiosity, they entered one by one, Bearing witness to the birth of The Holy Son, Lying in a manger, resting His sweet head, Little baby Jesus, sent to free us of our dread". Santa bid a fond farewell as he picked up his sack, Pleased by his response, the wee boy smiled back, The little one had asked "What was Santa doing here?", To celebrate the birth of Christ, and offer festive cheer... ©Rob Bristol   "5:00 a.m. " by Kathryn McL. Collins In stealth they creek each stairway step, two pre-dawn pursuers of peeks at the booty replacing last night’s void beneath the tree. They guess and they shake each year-long yield of good behavior; feel the freedom to shout and pout again.  6:00 a.m. and excitement dissolves pledges of quiet till 9:00 a.m.. Overcoming timidity the pair pussy-foot up the stairs to where mother and father lay placidly a-slumber, then awaken to stage whispers of He came! He came! ©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins December 19, 2011   “The Christmas Ornaments” by Paul Curtis When first you hear A seasonal refrain You know its time To climb the ladder again Up to the attic Amongst the dust To find the box That is a must. Where your heart will lift At its very sight And when in hand You’ll grip it tight Such is its precious nature A box of magic Of which its loss Would be so tragic For so special are The boxes contents Because this box Contains the ornaments That will grace the tree And each trinket and angel Every bell and bauble Has a special tale to tell For every ornament That hangs upon the tree Holds its own Christmas memory ©Paul Curtis   “Christmas” (acrostic) Candles burn on advent crown, Holly boughs are cut, Red ribbon binds the wreath, and Incense fragrances the air Spices make the senses tingle Treats await the patient lip, as Merriment is close at hand, Anticipation keenly felt, as the Special day grows near ©Paul Curtis   “I Would Give to You on Christmas Morning” by Paul Curtis I would give to you On Christmas morning The gift of love Contained within my heart So I could deliver it And to show good faith I would wrap it in my soul Then you would have the best of me For with no heart and soul I am but an empty shell So I would give you that as well And then you would have all of me ©Paul Curtis   "Christmas Is…" by Dr. James E. Martin ©December, 2011 A time for family, Festivities and joy. Anticipation for Each girl and boy. A time to relax, Catch up on rest. Eat much that will put Suit sizes to the test. Music will sound In many locales. Jubilation from choirs And professional chorales. Some will celebrate The Savior’s birth. And remember the reason For His coming to earth. For some however, Sadness is near. There’s not much reason For holiday cheer. Away from home, In a distant land, Not exactly how He had earlier planned. The war rages on Day after day. Soon it will end, He does constantly pray. His loved ones at home Try to persevere, Praying that they’ll soon hear News about which to cheer. Maybe next year, They regularly pray He won’t have to be So far away. As we enjoy all That the season brings Let’s not forget why This freedom rings. As we lay our heads down For a restful night, Many are still engaged In the enemy’s fight. Christmas for them May not be as grand As what we enjoy In this blessed land. So I ask you my friend As I close this verse, Do you pray for their safety? And thankfulness rehearse? ©James Martin   “A Ferrety Christmas” by Cathy Brady 'Twas the night before Christmas And all 'round the tree Were furry little bodies Jumping all over me The ferrets were waiting To hear the tale Of Santa's journey To them without fail The story began simply With one curled on my lap And me telling of Santa's Bright red furry cap The yawns became many When the story was done So I put them to bed And spoke of the fun The presents would jiggle Or wiggle or squeak But they all must now Go to bed, go to sleep In the morning the ferrets Stood waiting for me Their eyes said to hurry They wanted to see So off to the tree Like a flash they all flew Wishing Merry Christmas And Happy New Year too ©Cathy Brady   "Fond Christmas Memories" by Annabel Sheila Sigh… Fond Christmas memories filtering through The lunacy of the frustrating commercial mayhem A once beautiful season has become! Tis no longer the season to be jolly, More the time of year to treat the service industry Like dirt, and scowl at everyone That happens to get in the way in the mad rush! Sigh… Remembering when the heart of the holidays Was getting together with family and friends, Sharing laughter and creating memories That would last a lifetime! Putting up an honest-to-goodness Christmas tree That glistened with ordinary decorations. The tree didn’t have to be a showpiece! Sigh… Remembering being ten years old And still believing in Santa Claus Just like every other ten year old! Back then there was no age limit on the magic And mom and dad allowed us to be kids Without putting boundaries on our imaginations! Sigh… Thinking back to the good old days When “Merry Christmas” didn’t offend anyone, When commercialism wasn’t the only way To show loved ones how much you care! Remembering when the holiday season Was my favourite time of the year! Sigh… © Annabel Sheila   "The Joy Of Christmas" by Annabel Sheila Wrapped in warm Christmas memories of yesteryear Each one of them like a precious knick-knack, A little worn, faded a bit around the edges But always worthy of a special place at Christmastime! A family of nine testing the strength of our little house That fairly bulged at the seams with happiness and love! Fresh boughs in the wreath on the front door Their invigorating scent a warm welcome To family and friends that come to share good tidings. The Christmas tree, our gift from the forest, Far from asymmetrical but perfect! Shiny lights and pretty ornaments, some of them old as time! Mom and Dad busy in the kitchen, friends dropping by… Familiar Christmas songs in the air; everyone singing along With their own version of the lyrics! How vividly I remember those Christmases! And while those days are long gone The wonderful memories are mine to keep! I understand Christmastime can be nostalgic. Feelings in shades of blue tugging at the heartstrings… But I also realize to have those feelings is a blessing! For are they not evidence that one has truly known The joy of Christmas!  © Annabel Sheila   "Christmas Triolet" by Rob Bristol As we go to bed on Christmas Eve, Let there be snow on Christmas day, In the story of Santa, we believe, As we go to bed on Christmas Eve, In the minds of children we concieve, Santa needs snow to land his sleigh, As we go to bed on Christmas Eve, Let there be snow on Christmas day.... ©Rob Bristol   "Christmas Trinity" by Samuel E. Stone The Christmas season is upon us, a time to reflect back on the year, smiles and laughter we won’t cuss, for it is the season of good cheer. Recalling the Lord in Heaven above, the sacrifices made for you and me, giving us his Son to teach us love, so we can be all he wants us to be. Living in a world of power and greed, sadly evil often takes an upper hand, pray for strength and grace we need, from the temptation we make a stand. A time for us to rejoice in Jesus’ birth live in the spirit of love and true peace, we learn the teachings of Christ on earth, the Son of God gave our soul a new lease. Merry Christmas to all, Peace and Goodwill, may we discover the peace of God’s serenity, the Almighty is waiting and He loves us still, The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, the Trinity. Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2011, All Audience   “Alphabet of Christmas” by Paul Curtis A is for Advent, the count down to Christmas B is for the Bells that ring out in celebration C is for the Candle that spreads his light D is for the Decorations that dress our homes E is for the Extra spring in our collective step F is for Felicitations and festivities G is for the Gift that God gave too us H is for the Happiness of the Christmas season I is for the Illumination of the world J is for Jesus born into that world K is for the King, humbly born in a stable L is for the Love of Jesus Christ M is for the Magi who followed the star N is for the Nativity in Bethlehem O is for Old acquaintances re-met P is for the Presents beneath the tree Q is for Quintessence of the Christmas spirit R is for the Rejoicing in Christ’s name S is for the Star that adorned the Christmas sky T is for the Tinsel that adorns the trees U is for the Universal love of Christ V is for the Victorious celebration of his birth W is for the Wise men from the east X is for Xmas, the best time of the year Y is for the Yuletide season and its joys Z is for the Zest of enthusiastic enjoyment ©Paul Curtis   “Christmas Recipe” by Paul Curtis Why can we not bottle its essence? The Christmas recipe, That heady concoction That special combination Light of heart, Quick of step A song on the lips A symphony in the heart Externally warmed by the fireside Internally warmed by mulled wine Generosity of spirit Jollity and laughter Its crisp cold winter days And frosty starry nights Evergreens and mistletoe The smells of a Christmas kitchen Infused with cinnamon and ginger It’s over indulgence It’s thinking of others Absent friends Far away loved ones It’s sharing and caring It’s loving thy neighbour Its compassion Its children laughing Its mothers sighing It’s the Christmas recipe Why can we not bottle its essence So that at times when are souls are troubled Or our hearts are heavy At moments when the darkness has descended We could unscrew the cap And breathe deeply of its heady brew And be once more refreshed ©Paul Cirtis   “Merry Christmas and Goodwill to All Men” by Paul Curtis “Merry Christmas And goodwill to all men” Does that irritate you? I’m not alone then The men have done nothing, Remember Since the final BBQ Back in September It’s the mums Who spend the whole of December With everything to do And everything to remember While they sit TV remote in hand drinking beer Where is the mums well deserved Christmas cheer Why can’t we sit down? On our overworked bums “Merry Christmas And goodwill to all mums” ©Paul Curtis   "Christmas in the 1900's " by Joyce Johnson Ma had started Christmas early The way she always did; Knitting a pretty sweater For every last grandkid. Our own were all growed up of course So they got hats or mitts. The careless ways they dressed these days Just nigh on gave her fits. She packed her gifts and sent me off To get them in the mail. Her cheeks which had been rosy Were looking peaked and pale. I asked if she was ailin’ and She eyed me with a frown. She said,  “Christmas isn’t Christmas With no young ones around.” I said I reckoned that was right And I would miss them too, But they had wives and other lives And many things to do. The days crawled on and Christmas Was just around the bend. I truly tried to please her and Her aching heart to mend. Then Ma got all excited When Ron called on the phone. He was coming home for Christmas and He wouldn’t be alone. He said, “She wants to meet you And it’s what I’m wanting too.” Well, you should have seen Ma jump up As she started in to do All the fancy things for Christmas That she’d done in the past. She said, “There’s lots of things  to get done And we’ve got to do them fast.” Then one by one, the others called; Said they were coming too. We’d have the kind of Christmas That we always used to do. As each one called her eyes lit up And Ma began to smile. She seemed younger and prettier Than she’d been for quite a while. She gave me a long list of jobs. Among them was the tree. She said I want a pretty one, As big as it can be. So I went out and chopped one down And drug it through the snow. I was glad to se her pink cheeks back Not wanting her to know. I’d had anything to do with All her loved ones coming home To this ranch where they all growed up Before starting into roam. ©Joyce Johnson   "Christmastime" by Toni D. Helfrick When I was a child of five It was fun- just being alive! Just my sister and me Loved to look at the tree And all of our cousins arrived. And when I was only ten, I knew so much more than then- I thought Christmas was great We just couldn’t wait Christmas Eve, up to bed, again? Then soon, I was in my teens Mom wouldn’t allow any jeans She bought us new dresses We couldn’t make messes We had to be nice and clean! Mom made a fine dinner, oh my- And her specialty, all of her pies! We both set the table And helped Auntie Mabel Who smiled at us both, with her eyes. To school, I had gone far away But always came home Christmas Day There was snow on the birch And we all went to church We sang praises to Jesus, this day. In all of the years that have passed, No Christmas was different than last Mom, Dad, sisters and brother We all loved each other It seems now that time goes too fast. And now that I’m older, I see The wonders of Christmas to me Mom taught us all “giving” Was part of our living And that’s how she told us to be. This year, I’m a grandma of five And still, I feel so much alive It brings smiles to my face To remember each place While we waited, for folks to arrive. I’ve memories Christmases, fine- I think of them just any time Of our pasts we can see Christmas magic is glee Remembering the thoughts, that are mine. © Toni D. Helfrick   "It’s  Christmas!!" by Toni D. Helfrick Watching the faces From well hidden places We children are UP and awake. Though there are traces Of carols in places We’ve crawled up the stairs, goodness sake! It’s now Christmas morn’ Baby Jesus was born! Let’s ask Mom and Dad, so we’ll see- They both are asleep, let’s not make a peep Though, we’d both like to look at the tree! Soon it’s time we should eat, Christmas morn’s such a treat With lovely sweet tea and a bun Santa’s heart, full of glee For he’s left things for me And we think he left packages, fun! Mom’s cooking the food For a goodly sized brood We’re waiting for Auntie and Gram, Let’s all set the table, Show Mom we are able And Mom’s making goose and a ham! Our Auntie, it’s true, she makes cookies, too And Gram, she’ll bring homemade bread, too We’ll have lots of fun, But we can’t really run- At Christmas, it just isn’t done! When we left, we hugged bye, We said, “thank you”, right here And every December We’ll surely remember Our Christmas is special each year! © Toni D. Helfrick   "Christmas Candles" by Rob Bristol Christmas candles flickering bright, Children sleeping on a silent night, It's that special time of the year, Hoping Santa will soon be here. Over the ocean, driving his sleigh, Rudolph proudly leads the way, With his red nose glowing in the dark, He spots a roof where they can park. "Gently now Rudolph, pass me the sack, I'll have to slide down the chimney stack, I need to deliver this bundle of toys, These are gifts for two little boys". Brushing off the soot, Santa flies away, Next stop is where the little girls play, They have a dolls house and a teddy too, I overheard him saying his next stop is you! Blow out your candles, flickering bright. Make sure you're fast asleep tonight, As Santa is approaching on his sleigh, He'll leave presents and quickly fly away. Christmas candles flickering bright, Shadows of Jesus, born this holy night, Lest we forget the teachings of The Lord, Heaven shall be our final reward. ©Rob Bristol   "The Birth of Jesus" by Ronnie Doe An Angel named Gabriel Came down upon God’s green earth To arrange with a Virgin A Sacred, Holy Birth The Angel said, “Hail Mary Blessed Woman filled with Grace The Lord God has shed mercy Down upon your Virgin face Virgin was a bit surprised Knew not what the Angel meant But she knew deep in her heart Angel had been was Heaven sent Angel said, “Be not afraid For you are God’s favored one The Lord God has sent me here To ask you to have His Son.” Virgin was a bit confused Found it hard to understand So she asked, “How can this be Since I’ve never known a man?” The Angel knew God’s secret And was so proud to share it He said, “You will conceive by The Grace of the Holy Spirit.” Angel said, “You’ll have a Son The Son of the Most High God The world will come to know him As Jesus Christ the good Lord The Lord God will make Him King He’ll be a Savior and a friend He’ll save people from their sins His Kingdom will have no end.” The Virgin then bowed her head Tears rolled softly down her cheek She looked in the Angel’s eyes She humbly began to speak Virgin meekly said, “Behold I’m the handmaid of the Lord Let it be done unto me In accordance to His Word.” The Virgin then proceeded To carry out the Lord’s plan With her loving husband Joseph She went off to Bethlehem At the Inn there was no room So they were forced to stay In a stable where she gave birth to Jesus Christ on Christmas Day ©Ronnie Doe   "Christmas Day" by Ronnie Doe Christmas Day first came about Some two thousand years ago When a Virgin had a Babe Whom the world would come to know As our Lord and Savior Whose merciful and divine. Whom God sent to die for us Wicked sinners of mankind Now on that night Three Wise Men By the Lord's Grace were able To find Mary and Joseph Alone inside a stable With their Baby Jesus Christ Sound asleep in a manger When they saw His Glowing Face They knew He was the Savior On bended knees they worshiped The child the Virgin bore Then humbly offered gifts Of frankincense, gold and myrrh Now at this time poor Shepherds Were out tending to their flock When The Heavens opened up God's Angel started to talk Angels said, "Be not afraid I am an Angel of God Sent to bring you good tidings About Jesus Christ the Lord." You'll find him in a manger Wrapped up in swaddling clothes You'll see hovering above A Heavenly Star that glows Child is the new born King The world's Savior and best friend His reign will last forever His Kingdom will never end Shepherds all began to dance Rejoicing along the way This is now the history Of Jesus and Christmas Day Rejoice! ©Ronnie Doe   "When Christmas Ain’t Merry" by Ronnie Doe When Christmas ain't Merry When there's no Silent Night When your heart is heavy With no Christmas delight When Chestnuts Aren't Roasting When your heart's void of love When there is no toasting The Lord Jesus above Fall on your knees When there's no Christmas Tree To give your heart a lift When you have no money To buy someone a gift When there isn't a toy For your kid to play with When there's no Christmas joy And Christ seems like a myth Fall on your knees When Satan is talking Christmas out of your soul When inside your stocking There's a big lump of coal When the lights have no spark When the dreariness stings And when there is no Hark The Herald Angels Sing Fall on your knees When you can't give a hug Or sing Joy to the World When you say, "Bah humbug When you can't twist and twirl When you cannot enjoy All the songs people sing When like the Drummer Boy You have no gift to bring Fall on your knees When you start believing Santa comes with a clause When all you're receiving Are reports on world wars When there's no Peace on Earth Red Nose like a cherry When there's no Virgin birth And Christmas ain't Merry Fall on your knees And offer yourself to the Lord ©Ronnie Doe   For Page 1 of Our Christmas Poems  click here For Our Christmas Essays click here For Our Christmas Short Stories click here