Christmas is a big and special holiday, associated with images of pine, snow and Santa Claus. On Christmas, beside a warm, peaceful night with a fireplace and wonderful gifts are beautifully wrapped. Children also need to receive spiritual gifts, such as stories about the meaning of Christmas, or fun and inspiring Christmas poems.
If you’ve memorized Christmas stories from your childhood and are looking for good Christmas poems for children, to read them on a memorable Christmas night with the kids, you’ve come to the right place. Here, we have prepared 10 meaningful Christmas poems for children, very funny and very beautiful. All for you, wish you happy moments with wonderful Christmas poems for children right here!
1. A Visit From St. Nicholas © 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 the 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 the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it 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 Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all! ”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the house-top 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 of 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 bowlful 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.”
2. Santa’s Gift © 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.
3. The Littlest Christmas Tree © 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
“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,
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
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.
4. Santa’s Lazy Elf © Kathy J Parenteau
Five more days till Christmas.
Santa and his crew
were working overtime making
children’s dreams come true.
Singing carols, whistling tunes,
as the hours ticked away,
except for little Edison,
the elf that went astray.
Instead of making toys
in Santa’s assembly line,
he was hanging out with Rudolph
beneath the snow capped pines.
As Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus took
a look around,
they noticed lazy Edison
was nowhere to be found.
They decided they’d had enough;
this elf will surely be fired.
Scratched their heads and
realized another must be hired.
Dasher heard them talking
and thought this can’t be so.
Never in elf’s history has
someone had to go.
He searched the winter wonderland,
and under the Northern Lights
Edison and Rudolph were
frolicking in flight.
He said, “Come down from there;
your behavior’s a disgrace.
Christmas Eve is almost here and
you’re about to be replaced.”
Edison soon realized his days
of slacking were done,
that there’d be consequences
for goofing off and having fun.
He knew he had no place to go
if Santa didn’t let him stay.
His heart began to pound
as Rudolph ran away.
He hurried as fast as he could
to tell Santa he was wrong,
beg him for forgiveness
and show him he belonged.
As the other elves were caroling,
he tried to sneak inside,
but Santa saw him coming out of the
corner of his eye.
He placed his hands upon his hips
and firmly shook his head,
“What shall I do with you,
my elf?” Santa firmly said.
“I see you when you’re sleeping.
I know when you’re awake.
Did you not read your history book?”
he said for goodness sake!
Santa soon forgave him ’cause
his heart is made of gold,
and Edison became the
hardest worker I am told.
The moral of this story is
we all must do our part,
and jolly old St. Nick has always
had a heart.
Merry Christmas to all of you
on this holiest of days.
May all your dreams come true
as you gather and celebrate.
5. Listening For Santa © 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.
6. Two Letters To Santa © 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.
7. What Happened On Christmas Eve © Peyton
Santa came down
The chimney with care.
Below was the fire,
With a steaming hot flare.
As Santa squirmed down,
And his bottom was burned.
He threw down the presents,
And simply turned.
His reindeer blew
The fire out.
And that’s when we heard him
Let out a shout.
He woke up the neighbors,
We saw him leave.
That’s why there’s no fire,
On Christmas Eve.
8. Christmas © Kolton Myatt
It is seven a.m.,
And the snow is falling
As I look outside
At the carolers calling.
I wake up my parents
And rush to the tree
To find a room full of presents
Just for me.
The hot chocolate is stirring,
And the food is being made
As we head to my grandma’s
To visit and stay.
As I see my family gathered
And laughing away,
I think to myself,
How I love Christmas Day.
9. Christmas Eve © Emily
It was the night before Christmas and all were asleep.
No one made a noise, not even a peep.
The little tikes slept, all tucked in their beds
With pictures of St. Nick whirling about in their heads.
A little boy waited for old St. Nick.
And all of the sudden he heard the snap of a stick.
A sound out of doors made the boy jump.
He looked out the window and saw St. Nick on a stump.
The young boy looked with his eyes all aglow
At the man dressed in red standing out in the snow.
He tip-toed out of his room and down the hall.
He saw old St. Nick putting out presents and all.
He watched very quietly, peeking through a crack in the door.
He shifted positions and heard the creak of the floor.
The jolly man turned, and through his white beard smiled.
They just stood there and stared at each other a while.
St. Nick whispered, “Merry Christmas to you.”
The young lad smiled and said, “And the same to you.”
The jolly man went to the roof with a thump.
The boy looked out the window and saw him land on the stump.
St. Nick flew away calling, “Ho, ho, ho!”
And the little boy looked and saw only the snow.
He looked at the tree and saw presents there.
And then he knew that he might need to share.
He told his parents of his night in the morning.
Smiling they replied, “You were only dreaming, darling.”
10. Santa Claus © Brionna C
There’s something truly magical
that happens once a year,
he comes while you are sleeping,
him and his reindeer.
His name is Santa Clause,
perhaps you have heard of him before,
he lives with Mrs. Clause,
way up at the North Pole.
He has a factory,
where they make lots of toys,
special toys just for you
all the little good girls and boys.
On Christmas Eve, he loads his sleigh,
presents and all.
He shouts the name of every reindeer,
they answer to his call.
They begin to fly up in the sky,
their journey takes to flight,
and Santa knows he has little time before,
nighttime turns light.
He comes down the chimney,
furnace, or front door,
scratches his beard and goes to work
putting presents on the floor.
He eats the milk and cookies,
so quiet and discreet.
I never hear or see him,
he’s gone within a blink.
As the morning barely creeps,
I run down the stairs,
presents are so pretty,
packaged with love and care.
The note says from Santa,
I squeal with delight,
Thank you Thank you Santa.
I’ll see you next Christmas Night.
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