55+ Festive And Memorable Holiday Poems For Kids

The following festive and memorable holiday poems for kids below are crafted to capture the joy, magic, and excitement of any special occasion. Whether it’s the thrill of Halloween’s spooky tales, the warmth of Thanksgiving’s gratitude, or the wonder of Christmas morning, these poems are like little gifts wrapped in words. With their playful rhymes and whimsical lines, holiday poems add an extra layer of sparkle to the festive season, making celebrations even more memorable.

Think of holiday poems for kids as memories. They are like time capsules that capture the essence of each holiday – the scent of freshly baked cookies, the twinkle of lights, the joy of giving and receiving, etc. Through these poems, kids can relive the excitement of dressing up for Halloween, the coziness of gathering around a Thanksgiving table, or the pure delight of unwrapping presents on a snowy morning. Holiday poems are like snapshots of the heart, preserving moments that become treasured memories.

Overall, whether it’s a New Year’s wish for a fresh start, an Easter rhyme about bunnies and eggs, or a Fourth of July ode to freedom and fireworks, these festive and memorable holiday poems for kids are joyous messengers that carry the spirit of the season. Through rhythm and rhyme, they share the excitement and happiness that make holidays a time of celebration, togetherness, and joy.

Christmas Poems for Children

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the ones I used to know, where the tree tops glisten and children listen to hear sleigh bells in the snow. Irving Berlin

1, A Christmas Prayer © John Logan

God of my forefathers,
Praise thee, God of love.
Lord of Abraham,
watching us from above.

Lord we pray for the sick,
the homeless and the weak.
Lord, help them find comfort,
and the shelter they seek.

For those abandoned,
feeling cold and alone,
for our soldiers abroad,
bring them all safely back home.

Let us pray for those struggling,
pinching and saving just to get by,
for those suffering needlessly….
Lord wipe away each tear that they cry.

A special prayer for children everywhere,
a Christmas miracle to bring us all together,
this year let us all try our hardest,
to make this the very best Christmas ever!

We pray for our famlies far away,
those special hearts that we all miss…
and those loving dear friends,
we also include in our Christmas wish.

Sending out a warm hugs to all…
for only one unselfish reason,
to spread the message of Love,
through out the Holiday Season.

Peace and Love to all mankind,
the kind of Love that stays and endures
Sending out warm Greetings to all,
Merry Christmas, from our family to yours

2, My Christmas Wish © Curtis Raynard

I can’t tell you my Christmas wish
Because then it won’t come true
But to the one I write this letter
My Christmas wish needs no clue

Presents unwrapped at Christmas
Does not mean a thing to me
What I wish for this Christmas
Won’t be found under the tree

The brightness I enjoy each day
Starts when I check my phone
Seeing a simple good morning
From someone not in my home

The warmness of my smiles
Starts each day off just right
And though I’ve never met you
One Christmas I just might

We live in a world called reality
But it’s not a true world to me
For I’m stuck inside this fantasy
Wishing it was you I could see

So many people in this world
know exactly what I’m speaking of
And I wish that some of you receive
A Christmas wish of true love

Unwrapping our hearts together
May only happen in our mind
And wishing for our soulmate
Is something we may never find

So I leave to you all this letter
Sealed with a heartfelt kiss
What I really wish for Christmas
Is way beyond just a wish

3, A Christmas Question © Wolstan Dixley

How old is Santa Claus? Where does he keep?
And why does he come when I am asleep?
His hair is so white in the pictures I know,
Guess he stands on his head all the time in the snow.
But if he does that, then why don’t he catch cold?
He must be as much as,—most twenty years old.
I’d just like to see him once stand on his head,
And dive down the chimney, as grandmother said.
Why don’t his head get all covered with black?
And if he comes head first, how can he get back?
Mamma knows about it, but she wont tell me.
I shall keep awake Christmas eve, then I can see.
I have teased her to tell me, but mamma she won’t,
So I’ll find out myself now; see if I don’t.

4, The Big Man Dressed In Red © Susan Worrall

Christmas fast approaching
Shopping’s all been done
Children making wishes
For Santa Claus to come

Mums wrapped all the presents
With the kids asleep in bed
Everything’s now ready
For the big man dressed in red

Mum and dad retire
Turning out the light
The house now lies silent
On Christmas Eve night

Santa checks the coast is clear
Peeping round the door
Tiptoes quietly into the room
Laying gifts around the floor

As he stands and turns around
He couldn’t believe his eyes
A little girl stood open mouthed
Staring in surprise

Is it really you she whispers
Santa nods his head
You’re not supposed to see me
You should be in your bed

I’m sorry said the little girl
I just had to know
If you were really real
Or just a tale from years ago

My brother said you’re just a myth
And I was stupid to believe
You could deliver gifts to all the world
Tonight this Christmas eve

Santa laughed his belly shook
He couldn’t help but smile
Sat down on her dad’s big chair
As they sat and talked a while

Santa then rose to his feet
I really have to go
To deliver all these presents
As he headed for the door

Children will soon be waking
Running down the stairs
They would be disappointed
If their presents wasn’t there

The little girl waved goodbye
Took herself to bed
Happy with her visit
From the big man dressed in red

5, Christmas Eve… © Natasha Hoff

Wonderful, miraculous aroma of
Christmas magic!
The houses are filled with happiness …
Tones are painted with love, joy!
On the favorite holiday, children are caroling!
Kutya is prepared by hostesses for the table …
And candles are lit on the windows,
Illuminating the path to Christ with candles!
Christmas Eve smells with incense of Frankincense-Myrrh oils …
We meet at the All-night Vigil of Christ!
We greet each other nicely:
Christ is Born, We Glorify Him! With all our voices

6, The Snowman’s Resolution © Aileen Fisher

The snowman’s hat was crooked
And his nose was out of place

And several of his whiskers
Had fallen from his face.

But the snowman didn’t notice

For he was trying to think
Of a New Year’s resolution

That wouldn’t melt or shrink.

He thought and planned and pondered
With his little snow-ball head

Till his eyes began to glisten
And his toes began to spread;

And at last he said, “I’ve got it—

I’ll make a firm resolve
That no matter what the weather

My smile will not dissolve.”

Now the snowman acted wisely

And his resolution won
For his splinter smile was wooden

And it didn’t mind the sun!

7, Mincemeat © Elizabeth Gould

Sing a song of mincemeat,
Currants, raisins, spice,
Apples, sugar, nutmeg,
Everything that’s nice,
Stir it with a ladle,
Wish a lovely wish,
Drop it in the middle
Of your will-filled dish,
Stir again for good luck,
Pack it all away
Tied in little jars and pots,
Until Christmas Day.

8, Merry Christmas Let’s Get Married © Glen Cooper

I see you struggling with a couple of kids
Left by a guy, who just told fibs
Then into my arms you’re carried
Merry Christmas… Let’s get married

You’ve got a smile I can’t resist
Look my way, I’ll blow you a kiss
Ain’t no time to dilly dally
Merry Christmas… Let’s get married

Happy tidings, have a Christmas of blue
I can think of nothing else but you
There’s decorations, there’s tinsel too
Did I say that I’m in love with you?

Over the threshold you’re carried
Merry Christmas… Let’s get married
Little children in a baby carriage
Have you ever thought of marriage?

Let’s kill two birds, with just a stone
You don’t like cold, I don’t like bring alone
And into my arms you’re carried
Merry Christmas… Let’s get married

Christmas is a time for cheer
It could be like this, every year
‘Cause no other place would do
As long as I spend it all with you

Come and give in to temptation
We’ve have ourselves a double celebration

9, Remember the Reindeer © Anonymous

Hang up the stockings.
Decorate the tree.
Presents placed perfectly.
What a sight to see!

Milk and cookies are out,
Kids are tucked in tight.
There’s so much to do
On Christmas Eve night!

Before you take a snooze
And dream of the next day,
Don’t forget some food
For the friends who pull the sleigh!

You see, reindeer need snacks, too
A little love and fun
To help Santa through the night,
And get the important job done!

10, A Chubby Little Snowman © Anonymous

A chubby little snowman
Had a carrot nose.
Along came a bunny,
And what do you suppose?
That hungry little bunny
Looking for some lunch,
Grabbed that snowman’s nose,
Nibble, nibble, crunch!

12, A Visit From St. Nicholas © Clement Clark Moore

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 luster 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 peddler 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 on a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”

13, A Christmas Wish © Eugene Field

I’d like a stocking made for a giant,
And a meeting house full of toys;
Then I’d go out on a happy hunt
For the poor little girls and boys;
Up the street and down the street,
And across and over the town,
I’d search and find them every one,
Before the sun went down.
One would want a new jack-knife
Sharp enough to cut;

One would long for a doll with hair,
And eyes that open and shut;
One would ask for a china set
With dishes all to her mind;
One would wish a Noah’s ark
With beasts of every kind.
Some would like a doll cook-stove
And a little toy wash tub;
Some would prefer a little drum,
For a noisy rub-a-dub;
Some would wish for a story book,
And some for a set of blocks;
Some would be wild with happiness
Over a new tool-box.

And some would rather have little shoes,
And other things warm to wear,
For many children are very poor,
And the winter is hard to bear;
I’d buy soft flannels for little frocks,
And a thousand stockings or so,
And the jolliest little coats and cloaks,
To keep out the frost and snow.

I’d load a wagon with caramels
And candy of every kind,
And buy all the almond and pecan nuts
And taffy that I could find;
And barrels and barrels of oranges
I’d scatter right in the way,
So the children would find them the very first thing,
When they wake on Christmas day.

14, Snowball © Shel Silverstein

I made myself a snowball
As perfect as could be,
I thought I’d keep it as a pet,
And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas,
And a pillow for its head,
Then last night it ran away,
But first—it wet the bed!

15, The Little Christmas Carollers © 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.

16, Christmas Stars © Marie Irish

17, Mental Health At Christmas © Kiran Wade

For most Christmas is a time of fun and laughter ,
A time to be together and break from the daily grind,
But for people with mental health issues, this can play havoc with the mind,
Please be aware of the feelings of others when unwrapping Santa’s toys.

For those with eating disorders a dinner with all the trimmings can be a nightmare,
It can bring unwanted pressure to live up to the occasion,
Is it really worth making someone that uncomfortable for one day?
Its supposed to be a time for presents and children’s plays,
Why not relax and stop confining people to social norms,
And aid long term recovery.

For those with OCD the break from routine can be terrifying,
The surprises and spontaneity can be triggering,
Other people’s excitement is their anxiety,
Although you may enjoy two weeks watching Home alone, for them they feel a loss of proprietary
Of their days, feeling lost and unproductive,
So please be patient if their reactions to seasonal aren’t the usual.

For those with anxiety the build up can be to much,
The anticipation may amplify symptoms,
Making them dread the day itself,
So as you post your antics with Elf On The Shelf,
Take the time to check on those that are not looking forward to their 24th chocolate,
Because they may feel completely alone in their feelings.

For those with depression joy can be hard to feel,
And they can feel guilty for not sharing the mood of the many,
Like they drag everyone down,
Projecting their frown,
But their sadness isn’t intentional,
So it’s up to you to dispel this feeling and be patient.

For some people Christmas is a time of extreme discomfort,
So please be accommodating
To loved ones when celebrating,
And then everyone will enjoy the festivities.

18, A Christmas Thought © Lucie Larcom

Oh Christmas is coming again, you say,
And you long for the things he is bringing;
But the costliest gift may not gladden the day,
Nor help on the merry bells ringing
Some getting is losing, you understand,
Some hoarding is far from saving;
What you hold in your hand may slip from your hand,
There is something better than having;
We are richer for what we give;
And only by giving we live.

Your last year’s presents are scattered and gone;
You have almost forgot who gave them;
But the loving thoughts you bestow live on
As long as you choose to have them.
Love, love is your riches, though ever so poor;
No money can buy that treasure;
Yours always, from robber and rust secure,
Your own, without stint or measure;
It is only love that we can give;
It is only by loving we live.

For who is it smiles through the Christmas morn—
The Light of the wide creation?
A dear little Child in a stable born,
Whose love is the world’s salvation.
He was poor on earth, but He gave us all
That can make our life worth the living;
And happy the Christmas day we call
That is spent, for His sake, in giving;
He shows us the way to live,
Like Him. Let us love and give!

19, Five Little Reindeer © Anonymous

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.

20, Santa’s Helpers © Nora Boylan

The fairies and brownies on last Christmas-tide
Decided to open their hearts very wide,
And spend extra time, throughout the whole year,
In helping their grandfather—Santa Claus dear.

“Our fingers are nimble. We’ll quickly make toys
Enough to supply all the girls and the boys,
And Santa may watch us to see if it’s right,
So all will be ready before Christmas night.”

Then bravely they all went to work with a will,
And soon all was quiet in workshop and mill;
For old Santa said, “Enough, and well done,
We’ve toys enough now to make all kinds of fun.”

We thank you, old Santa, and your helpers, too,
For all of the many kind things that you do;
And should you need more help in making your toys,
You can count on all of the good girls and boys.

21, A Christmas Carol © Christina Rossetti

In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter
Long ago.
Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him
Nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away
When He comes to reign:
In the bleak mid-winter
A stable-place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty
Jesus Christ.

Enough for Him whom cherubim
Worship night and day,
A breastful of milk
And a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him whom angels
Fall down before,
The ox and ass and camel
Which adore.

Angels and archangels
May have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim
Throng’d the air,
But only His mother
In her maiden bliss
Worshipped her Beloved
With a kiss.

What can I give Him,
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb,
If I were a wise man
I would do my part,–
Yet what I can I give Him,
Give my heart.

22, The Goblin’s Christmas © Elizabeth Anderson

While the moonbeams prattle, I hear a rattle
Of hoofs on the chimney side;
Then out on the snow I gaze below,
“Hurrah! it’s Kris Kringle,” I cried.

Then, sly as a mouse, he entered the house,
And hung up his treasures so gay.
Then out with a dash, he sped like a flash,
Into the night, and away.

23, Peppermint Stick © Anonymous

I took a lick
Of a peppermint stick
And oh it tasted yummy!
It used to be
On the Christmas tree
But now it’s in my tummy!

24, 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…

Thanksgiving Poems For Children

What I love about Thanksgiving is that it’s purely about getting together with friends or family and enjoying food. It’s really for everybody, and it doesn’t matter where you’re from.Daniel Humm

1, Thanksgiving Prayer … © Natasha Hoff

Thank You Lord for a beautiful day!
Thank You Lord for the Family You gave!
Thank You for all the blessings, for all the love that You are sending our way…
Thank You for a beautiful sky, for the peaceful sunshine and for this lovely rhyme,
Thank You for the absolutely delicious Thanksgiving meal and the chef McLane, who with her beautiful family, fed us all and now we roll like a wheel…
Thank you to all my family, all my friends for loving smiles, loving hugs, loving hands…
Thank you for our angelic pets, who are ready to love us with all our mess…
Thank you Lord and bless those in the most need, sending our prayers to the Highest King…

2, Grand’ther Baldwin’s Thanksgiving © Horatio Alger Jr

UNDERNEATH protected branches, from the highway just aloof;
Stands the house of Grand’ther Baldwin, with its gently sloping roof.

Square of shape and solid-timbered, it was standing, I have heard,
In the days of Whig and Tory, under royal George the Third.

Many a time, I well remember, I have gazed with Childish awe
At the bullet-hole remaining in the sturdy oaken door,

Turning round half-apprehensive (recking not how time had fled)
Of the lurking, savage foeman from whose musket it was sped..

Not far off, the barn, plethoric with the autumn’s harvest spoils,
Holds the farmer’s well-earned trophies—the guerdon of his toils;

Filled the lofts with hay, sweet-scented, ravished from the meadows green,
While beneath are stalled the cattle, with their quiet, drowsy mien.

Deep and spacious are the grain-bins, brimming o’er with nature’s gold;
Here are piles of yellow pumpkins on the barn-floor loosely rolled.

Just below in deep recesses, safe from wintry frost chill,
There are heaps of ruddy apples from the orchard the hill.

Many a year has Grand’ther Baldwin in the old house dwelt in peace,
As his hair each year grew whiter, he has seen his herds increase.

Sturdy sons and comely daughters, growing up from childish plays,
One by one have met life’s duties, and gone forth their several ways.

Hushed the voice of childish laughter, hushed is childhood’s merry tone,
the fireside Grand’ther Baldwin and his good wife sit alone.

Turning round half-apprehensive (recking not how time had fled)
Of the lurking savage foeman from whose musket it was sped.

Not far off, the barn, plethoric with the autumn harvest spoils,
Holds the farmer’s well-earned trophies—the guerdon of his toils;

Filled the lofts with hay, sweet-scented, ravished from the meadows green,
While beneath are stalled the cattle, with their quiet drowsy mien.

Deep and spacious are the grain-bins, brimming o’er with nature’s gold;
Here are piles of yellow pumpkins on the barn-floor loosely rolled.

Just below in deep recesses, safe from wintry frost and chill,
There are heaps of ruddy apples from the orchard on the hill.

Many a year has Grand’ther Baldwin in the old house dwelt in peace,
As his hair each year grew whiter, he has seen his herds increase.

Sturdy sons and comely daughters, growing up from childish plays,
One by one have met life’s duties, and gone forth their several ways.

Hushed the voice of childish laughter, hushed is childhood’s merry tone,
By the fireside Grand’ther Baldwin and his good wife sit alone.

Yet once within the twelvemonth, when the days are short and drear,
And chill winds chant the requiem of the slowly fading year,

When the autumn work is over, and the harvest gathered in,
Once again the old house echoes to a long unwonted din.

Logs of hickory blaze and crackle in the fireplace huge anti high,
Curling wreaths of smoke mount upward to the gray November sky.

Ruddy lads and smiling lasses, just let loose from schooldom’s cares,
Patter, patter, race and clatter, up and down the great hall stairs.

All the boys shall hold high revel; all the girls shall have their way,—
That’s the law at Grand’ther Baldwin’s upon each Thanksgiving Day.

From from the parlor’s sacred precincts, hark! a madder uproar yet;
Roguish Charlie’s playing stage-coach, and the stage-coach has upset!

Joe, black-eyed and laughter-loving, Grand’ther’s specs his nose across,
Gravely winks at brother Willie, who is gayly playing horse.

Grandma’s face is fairly radiant; Grand’ther knows not how to frown,
though the children, in their frolic, turn the old house upside down.

For the boys may hold high revel, and the girls must have their way;
That’s the law at Grand’ther Baldwin’s upon each Thanksgiving Day.

But the dinner—ah! the dinner—words are feeble to portray
What a culinary triumph is achieved Thanksgiving Day!

Fairly groans the board with dainties, but the turkey rules the roast,
Aldermanic at the outset, at the last a fleshless ghost.

Then the richness of the pudding, and the flavor of the pie,
When you’ve dined at Grandma Baldwin’s you will know as well as I.

When, at length, the feast was ended, Grand’ther Baldwin bent his head,
And, amid the solemn silence, with a reverent voice, he said:—

“Now unto God, the Gracious One, we thanks and homage pay,
Who guardeth us, and guideth us, and loveth us always!

“He scatters blessings in our paths, He giveth us increase,
He crowns us with His kindnesses, and granteth us His peace.

“Unto himself, our wandering feet, we pray that He may draw,
And may we strive, with faithful hearts, to keep His holy law!”

His simple words in silence died: a moment’s hush. And then
From all the listening hearts there rose a solemn-voiced Amen!

3, Merry Autumn © Paul Lawerence Dunbar

It’s all a farce,—these tales they tell
About the breezes sighing,
And moans astir o’er field and dell,
Because the year is dying.
Such principles are most absurd,—
I care not who first taught ’em;
There’s nothing known to beast or bird
To make a solemn autumn.
In solemn times, when grief holds sway
With countenance distressing,
You’ll note the more of black and gray
Will then be used in dressing.
Now purple tints are all around;
The sky is blue and mellow;
And e’en the grasses turn the ground
From modest green to yellow.
The seed burrs all with laughter crack
On featherweed and jimson;
And leaves that should be dressed in black
Are all decked out in crimson.
A butterfly goes winging by;

A singing bird comes after;
And Nature, all from earth to sky,
Is bubbling o’er with laughter.
The ripples wimple on the rills,
Like sparkling little lasses;
The sunlight runs along the hills,
And laughs among the grasses.
The earth is just so full of fun
It really can’t contain it;
And streams of mirth so freely run
The heavens seem to rain it.
Don’t talk to me of solemn days
In autumn’s time of splendor,
Because the sun shows fewer rays,
And these grow slant and slender.
Why, it’s the climax of the year,—
The highest time of living!—
Till naturally its bursting cheer
Just melts into thanksgiving.

4, Thanksgiving © Donald L. Miller

So, another Thanksgiving has hit the dust
And I was a pig with my stomach about to bust
Gained three pounds in all
Still in all I had a ball
One month it will happen all again
It was great to see the whole clan
I was the only one to watch football
Wanting the underdog to surprise us all
As usual my house was where they celebrated the fest
Afterwards the place was a mess
My dog was in charge of cleanup
Drop anything his long tongue would slobber it up
My friends I hope you had a great holiday
Didn’t drink too much free booze on display
Thanksgiving is really a day of thanking
God for everything I’m thinking

5, Thanksgiving © Noe Ren

Thank you, for loving me
Letting me know what’s love
Thank you for showing me a world.
Teaching me
What’s it is liked to be cared.
What’s crying cuz you know they’ll wait for you.
For letting my sorrows fade away
Not telling, oh
Don’t be so perceptible
“everyone goes through it”.
For making me wanna live
As if all I have to do is live TODAY

6, Thanksgiving Day © Lydia Maria Child

Over the river and through the wood,
To grandfather’s house we go;
The horse knows the way
To carry the sleigh
Through the white and drifted snow.
Over the river and through the wood—
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes
And bites the nose,
As over the ground we go.
Over the river and through the wood,
To have a first-rate play.
Hear the bells ring,
“Ting-a-ling-ding!”
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!

7, Thanksgiving Day © Carolyn Wells

When Autumn brings around the day
Devoted to Thanksgiving,
The children scream with laughter gay
For very joy of living.
And every sort of escapade
Receives their commendation;
But all agree a masquerade
Is best for celebration.
The boys and girls all swarm around
The crowd is hourly growing;
Straw hatted and grotesquely gowned,—
With tin horns loudly blowing.
But dear old dames with snowy puffs,
Tulle caps and Mechlin laces,
Don’t scramble out and join the toughs
In boys’ clothes and false faces.

8, A Good Thanksgiving © Anne Robinson

Said Old Gentleman Gay, “On a Thanksgiving Day,
If you want a good time, then give something away,”
So he sent a fat turkey to Shoemaker Price,
And the shoemaker said, “What a big bird! How nice!
And, since such a good dinner’s before me, I ought
to give poor Widow Lee the small chicken I bought.”

“This fine chicken, O see!” said the pleased Widow Lee,
“And the kindness that sent it, how precious to me!
I would like to make someone as happy as I-
I’ll give Washerwoman Biddy my big pumpkin pie,”
“And, O sure!” Biddy said, “’tis the queen of all pies!
Just to look at its yellow face gladdens my eyes!
Now it’s my turn, I think; and a sweet ginger-cake
For the motherless Finnigan children I’ll bake.”

“A sweet-cake all our own! “Tis too good to be true!”
Said the Finigan children, Rose, Denny and Hugh;
“It smells sweet of spice, and we’ll carry a slice
To poor little lame Jake- Who has nothing that’s nice.”
“o, I thank you, and thank you!” said little lame Jake:
O what a bootiful, bootiful, bootiful cake!
And O, such a big slice! I will save all the crumbs,
And will give ’em to each little Sparrow that comes!”

And the sparrows, they twittered, as if they would say,
Like Old Gentleman Gay, “On a Thanksgiving Day,
If you want a good time, then give something away!”

9, The Old-Fashioned Thanksgiving © Edgar Guest

It may be I am getting old and like too much to dwell
Upon the days of bygone years, the days I loved so well;
But thinking of them now I wish somehow that I could know
A simple old Thanksgiving Day, like those of long ago,
When all the family gathered round a table richly spread,
With little Jamie at the foot and grandpa at the head,
The youngest of us all to greet the oldest with a smile,
With mother running in and out and laughing all the while.

It may be I’m old-fashioned, but it seems to me to-day
We’re too much bent on having fun to take the time to pray;
Each little family grows up with fashions of its own;
It lives within a world itself and wants to be alone.
It has its special pleasures, its circle, too, of friends;
There are no get-together days; each one his journey wends,
Pursuing what he likes the best in his particular way,
Letting the others do the same upon Thanksgiving Day.

I like the olden way the best, when relatives were glad
To meet the way they used to do when I was but a lad;
The old home was a rendezvous for all our kith and kin,
And whether living far or near they all came trooping in
With shouts of “Hello, daddy!” as they fairly stormed the place
And made a rush for mother, who would stop to wipe her face
Upon her gingham apron before she kissed them all,
Hugging them proudly to her breast, the grownups and the small.

Then laughter rang throughout the home, and, Oh, the jokes they told;
From Boston, Frank brought new ones, but father sprang the old;
All afternoon we chatted, telling what we hoped to do,
The struggles we were making and the hardships we’d gone through;
We gathered round the fireside. How fast the hours would fly—
It seemed before we’d settled down ’twas time to say good-bye.
Those were the glad Thanksgivings, the old-time families knew
When relatives could still be friends and every heart was true.

10, A Thanksgiving Dinner © Maude M. Grant

Take a turkey, stuff it fat,
Some of this and some of that.
Get some turnips, peel them well.
Cook a big squash in its shell.
Now potatoes, big and white,
Mash till they are soft and light.
Cranberries, so tart and sweet,
With the turkey we must eat.
Pickles-yes-and then, oh my!
For a dessert a pumpkin pie,
Golden brown and spicy sweet.
What a fine Thanksgiving treat!

11, A Thanksgiving Fable © Oliver Herford

It was a hungry pussy cat,
upon Thanksgiving morn,
And she watched a thankful little mouse,
that ate an ear of corn.
“If I ate that thankful little mouse,
how thankful he should be,
When he had made a meal himself,
to make a meal for me!
Then with his Thanks for having fed,
and thanks for feeding me.
With all his thankfulness inside,
how thankful I shall be!”
Thus mused the hungry pussy cat,
upon Thanksgiving Day.
But the little mouse had overheard
and declined (with thanks) to stay.

12, Happy Thanksgiving © Ellen Nall Lineberry

Happy Thanksgiving to family and friends,
Being thankful for all, taking time for amends.
I love each of you no matter the how,
Like the Indians and Pilgrims came together for the biggest pow wow.
There is much to be thankful for in all of our lives,
Instead of throwing bad words at each other like forks and knives.
For there’s enough pain in most of us without more bad being done,
So let’s all get together showing care, being joyful, and having fun.
Thank each other for the good and bad,
For it all has made us who we are starting with our mom and dad.

13, Thanksgiving © Joetry Lines

In a fine enthralling day,
In serene cool environment,
Dare to pay homage and to say
A prayer, a gratitude compliment.

Don’t think of your failings,
Don’t think of your shortcomings,
Rather dare to think of thanksgiving!
Don’t think of your hurting,

Nor care to think of your grieving,
Rather care to think of the blessings.
Thankful for the gift of life,
Gratitude for amazing environment,

Plant gifts and or beasts like giraffes
That we watch in awe and amazement.
Utility plants and beasts alike,
That we use for, food, other needs,

The moon, the sun, all quite unique,
Liven our lives in indefatigable trends.
Such rare, amazing beauty,
The allure of torrents of purity,

Rivers, the lakes, hills, the bodies
Murmur gratitude in beautiful melodies!
The chirping birds of the air,
Sing, hum praises, in a rare flair,

The whistling wind,the glowing stars,
Tell their stories in unique fine chapters.
Here, now, today let’s avail
Amortize gratitude in total detail,

Living, inanimate avail a thanksgiving.
For the one special gift, of life, of being!
The ants, the bees manifest gratitude
In their own super intelligent attitude,
For our attitude bare our very gratitude!

Halloween Poem For Kids

Ghosts and goblins spooks galore scary witches at your door Jack-o-Lanterns smiling bright wishing you a haunting night. Happy Halloween!. Anonymous

1, Sweet Loneliness © Wilmer Duran

The night goes darker
The moon shines longer
By the songs of October
Memories are clearer

T’was you in an alien suit
So ugly you grabbed my attention
I came near to say something
You listened and smiled back

You took off your suit in front of me
I was surprised you looked so pretty
Your sparkling eyes took my breath away
I became pail and said goodbye

The time I was home I cannot sleep
How had the beautiful lady took my breath away?
Did I just fell in her spell?
Or She just had the charm of an angel?

So I ran outside the street
So cold I shivered from the bones
I saw you on your way home
Riding on a cab you saw me running towards you

From afar I saw you threw a piece of paper
I hurriedly picked it up while you’re moving further
Your name is Jane, Jane so sweet indeed
When would I ever see you again?

The paper you threw had a mark of your lips
I cherished it so much, I put it in my diary
You wrote in it that you want to see me next year
When the pumpkins are dancing on the streets again

So I waited for her the whole year round
Waiting on the same spot where I saw her the first time
Now the pumpkins danced on the streets again
The joy is rushing, excited to see her face again

So yeah tonight I saw you indeed
On the same corner I saw you the first time
You were with a tall handsome guy wearing a sorcerer’s hat
He took off his hat and kissed you slowly

Oh what did I see? You are wanting his kisses
You just kissed back and grabbed his body tight
So I went home with my ugly alien suit
I slept early and hoped to never wake up again.

2, Old Hallows Eve © Sher Ali Khan

Old Hallows Eve
Under the sickle of a blood moon .
Made my way to the graveyard
For I heard that’s where the action is
Not long before I was in a jammin groove
There was skeletons jiving
Witches were flying
A real sexy minx
Gave me a wink
From her breast
A filling drink
Big breasts , narrow waist
Black panties , haunting face
Spun and spun in a reverie
At the break of dawn
I cracked a lid
Only to behold
That I was lying under a tombstone
That said —
Here lies Me .

3, Shadow March © Robert Louis Stevenson

All round the house is the jet-black night;
It stares through the window-pane;
It crawls in the corners, hiding from the light,
And it moves with the moving flame.

Now my little heart goes a-beating like a drum,
With the breath of the Bogie in my hair;
And all round the candle the crooked shadows come,
And go marching along up the stair.

The shadow of the balusters, the shadow of the lamp,
The shadow of the child that goes to bed—
All the wicked shadows coming, tramp, tramp, tramp,
With the black night overhead.

4, Halloween Delight © Jim Cunningham

The sun shines through the window,
On this place turning dark and cold.
In a world being fueled by innuendo,
Here pieces of life have been sold.

The peace you had here is now gone,
There is nothing left here to be found.
You were cast away just like a pawn,
Within their lies, you began to drown.

This place turned into an empty shell,
The good times you had slipped away.
In a terrible way, it became a living hell,
The price became too high for you to pay.

Where you went nobody really knows,
Simply vanished one night in the dark.
In the fields, the Deadman flowers grow,
At night the ghostly black dogs still bark.

The cabin is a monument to shadows,
Filled with darkness and deep despair.
Your every fear begins to transpose,
Feelings of death are always there.

The Season of the Witch is coming,
Most others call it Beggars’ Night.
Inside you, your fears are humming,
A few will call it Halloween Delight.

5, Signs of Rain © E. Jenner

The hollow winds begin to blow,
The clouds look black, the glass is low,
The soot falls down, the spaniels sleep,
The spiders from their cobwebs peep:
Last night the sun went pale to bed,
The moon in halos hid her head;
The boding shepherd heaves a sigh,
For, see, a rainbow spans the sky:
The walls are damp, the ditches smell,
Closed is the pink-eyed pimpernel.
Hark how the chairs and tables crack!
Old Betty’s joints are on the rack;
Loud quack the ducks, the peacocks cry,
The distant hills are seeming nigh.
How restless are the snorting swine;
The busy flies disturb the kine;
Low o’er the grass the swallow wings,
The cricket too, how sharp he sings;
Puss on the hearth, with velvet paws,
Sits wiping o’er her whiskered jaws.
Through the clear stream the fishes rise,
And nimbly catch the incautious flies.
The glow-worms, numerous and bright,
Illumed the dewy dell last night.
At dusk the squalid toad was seen,
Hopping and crawling o’er the green;
The whirling wind the dust obeys,
And in the rapid eddy plays;
The frog has changed his yellow vest,
And in a russet coat is dressed.
Though June, the air is cold and still,
The mellow blackbird’s voice is shrill.
My dog, so altered in his taste,
Quits mutton-bones on grass to feast;
And see yon rooks, how odd their flight,
They imitate the gliding kite,
And seem precipitate to fall,
As if they felt the piercing ball.
‘Twill surely rain, I see with sorrow,
Our jaunt must be put off to-morrow.

6, The Magic House © Jane Yolen

We should have known when we tasted the eaves,
Breaking them off like toffee
And cramming them into our mouths.
And the dear little windows, the color of coffee,
And chocolate doorknobs,
And windowpanes striped with mint.
We should have guessed at the chimney smoke,
White marshmallow fluff.
Taken the hint
From the marzipan bricks
And the fenceposts made of bone rubble.
But it was only when we saw the witch
That we knew we were in deep, deep trouble.

7, Windy Nights © Robert Louis Stevenson

Whenever the moon and stars are set,
Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet,
A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?
Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
And ships are tossed at sea,
By, on the highway, low and loud,
By at the gallop goes he.
By at the gallop he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again.

8, Babylon © Robert Louis Stevenson

There, then, awhile in chains we lay,
In wintry dungeons, far from day;
But ris’n at length, with might and main,
Our iron fetters burst in twain.

Then all the horns were blown in town;
And to the ramparts clanging down,
All the giants leaped to horse
And charged behind us through the gorse.

On we rode, the others and I,
Over the mountains blue, and by
The Silver River, the sounding sea,
And the robber woods of Tartary.

A thousand miles we galloped fast,
And down the witches’ lane we passed,
And rode amain, with brandished sword,
Up to the middle, through the ford.

Last we drew rein—a weary three—
Upon the lawn, in time for tea,
And from our steeds alighted down
Before the gates of Babylon.

9, Our Little Ghost © Louisa May Alcott

Oft, in the silence of the night,
When the lonely moon rides high,
When wintry winds are whistling,
And we hear the owl’s shrill cry,
In the quiet, dusky chamber,
By the flickering firelight,
Rising up between two sleepers,
Comes a spirit all in white.

A winsome little ghost it is,
Rosy-cheeked, and bright of eye;
With yellow curls all breaking loose
From the small cap pushed awry.
Up it climbs among the pillows,
For the “big dark” brings no dread,
And a baby’s boundless fancy
Makes a kingdom of a bed.

A fearless little ghost it is;
Safe the night seems as the day;
The moon is but a gentle face,
And the sighing winds are gay.
The solitude is full of friends,
And the hour brings no regrets;
For, in this happy little soul,
Shines a sun that never sets.

A merry little ghost it is,
Dancing gayly by itself,
On the flowery counterpane,
Like a tricksy household elf;
Nodding to the fitful shadows,
As they flicker on the wall;
Talking to familiar pictures,
Mimicking the owl’s shrill call.

A thoughtful little ghost if is;
And, when lonely gambols tire,
With chubby hands on chubby knees,
It sits winking at the fire.
Fancies innocent and lovely
Shine before those baby-eyes, —
Endless fields of dandelions,
Brooks, and birds, and butterflies.

A loving little ghost it is:
When crept into its nest,
Its hand on father’s shoulder laid,
Its head on mother’s breast,
It watches each familiar face,
With a tranquil, trusting eye;
And, like a sleepy little bird,
Sings its own soft lullaby.

Then those who feigned to sleep before,
Lest baby play till dawn,
Wake and watch their folded flower —
Little rose without a thorn.
And, in the silence of the night,
The hearts that love it most
Pray tenderly above its sleep,
“God bless our little ghost!”

10, Nothing To Be Afraid Of © Clara Denton

I hear them tell that witches run
Around on Halloween
But though I’ve been most everywhere,
No witches have I seen.

Of course I’ve seen some girls made up
To look like witches eerie
But, huh! I knew them every one
When they came near to me.

They tell about the ghosts that stalk
So white and slim and tall,
But I know who the fellows are,
And where they live and all.

And Jack o’ lanters, they are just
Some pumpkins big, dug out,
Then candles put inside to make
The light shining about.

And goblins, they are made up too,
Just boys from our school,
If I should run from them I’d think
That I was most a fool.

And so I can not see at all,
Why anyone should run,
Or be afraid of spooky things,
Which are just made for fun.

11, I Saw Three Witches © Walter de la Mare

That bowed down like barley,
And straddled their brooms ‘neath a louring sky,
And, mounting a storm-cloud,
Aloft on its margin,
Stood black in the silver as up they did fly.
I saw three witches
That mocked the poor sparrows
They carried in cages of wicker along,
Till a hawk from his eyrie
Swooped down like an arrow,
Smote on the cages, and ended their song.
I saw three witches
That sailed in a shallop,
All turning their heads with a snickering smile,
Till a bank of green osiers
Concealed their grim faces,
Though I heard them lamenting for many a mile.
I saw three witches
Asleep in a valley,
Their heads in a row, like stones in a flood,
Till the moon, creeping upward,
Looked white through the valley,
And turned them to bushes in bright scarlet bud.

12, The Witches Chant © William Shakespeare

Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d
Thrice, and once the hedge pig whin’d
Harper cries, “‘Tis time, ’tis time.”
Round about the cauldron go:
In the poisoned entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Sweated venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first in the charmed pot.

Double,double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder’s fork and blindworm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg and howlet’s wing.
For charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Double,double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and couldron bubble.

Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witch’s mummy, maw and gulf
Of the ravin’d salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock digg’d in the dark,
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat; and slips of yew
Sliver’d in the moon’s eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar’s lips;
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver’d by a drab,-
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron,
For ingredients of our cauldron.

Double,double toil and trouble,
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Cool it with a baboon’s blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.

13, Halloween Fun © Ada Clark

We like to go, on Halloween
All up and down our street,
Dressed up like ghosts and witches bad,
And frighten those we meet.

I like the lively jack o’ lanterns
That wink and blink at me.
The screeching bats and creeping cats
Are funny as can be.

I like to eat the pumpkin pies
That mother makes – yum, yum!
Oh, I’m so very glad each year,
When Halloween has come!

14, Scary Halloween Night © David P Carroll

On a dark and scary night
There was a loud bang tonight
And the little children
Ran with fright so scared tonight
And there’s laughter in the air tonight
And it’s a cold dark lonely
Scary Halloween night
And the moonlight is blue and bright
And it’s a ghostly night
A cold breeze blowing all night
And there’s an other loud
Bang tonight
And the little children are
Running with fright it’s just
Skeletons and ghosts and ghouls
Tonight and the howling
Of the crazy werewolves tonight
And the dead
Zombie’s walking through the
Streets on this cold dark lonely
Scary Halloween night.

15, Three Little Ghostesses © Anonymous

Three little ghostesses
Sitting on postesses,
Eating buttered toastesses,
Greasing their fistesse,
Up to their wristesses,
Oh, what beastesses
To make such feastesse!

16, It’S Halloween © Anonymous

It`s Halloween! It`s Halloween!
The moon is full and bright
And we shall see what can`t be seen
on any other night:

Skeletons and ghosts and ghouls,
Grinning goblins fighting duels,
Werewolves rising from their tombs,
Witches on their magic brooms.

17, My Next Door Neighbor Is A Witch © Samiya Vallee

My next door neighbor is a witch,
And she lives way down in a ditch.
Her clothing is a little strange,
Because she never wants to change.
She has a black robe and a black hat,
Green skin and a smelly black cat.
A big fat wart grows on her nose,
And seventeen pimples on her toes.

But…her food is EVEN worse,
Because she eats it course by course.
Her first course is seven dead bats,
Laid on top of seven rats.
Then she has twenty flies
With lots and lots of llama eyes.
Her main course is a horrible soup,
Because it’s made with doggie poop.
But worst of all is her dessert.
It’s little children rolled in dirt.

Last night she had a witch’s feast
And turned into a greedy beast.
I think she cooked my best friend Tilly
And ate her with some peas and broccoli.

New Year’s Poems For Kids

Having a cute little angel in my life has made it so colorful. I wish that you grow up into a responsible and affectionate person. May the upcoming year be a new chapter of new learning in your life. With lots of love and blessings, I wish you a very Happy New Year.Anonymous

It’s coming, boys,
It’s almost here.
It’s coming, girls,
The grand New Year.

A year to be glad in,
Not to be sad in;
A year to live in,
To gain and give in.

A year for trying,
And not for sighing;
A year for striving
And healthy thriving.

It’s coming, boys,
It’s almost here.
It’s coming, girls,
The grand New Year.

The snow lies still and white,
At the gate of the glad New Year,
Whose face with hope is bright
Though the wintry world is drear.

She smiles with welcome sweet,
She speaks in accents mild;
Enter with willing feet
And the hear of a little child.

So shall you treasures find
Better than lands or gold,
Friends that are true and kind,
Love that is wealth untold.

Humbly my lessons learn,
So shall you wisdom gain
Deep peace your soul shall earn
Through the discipline of pain.

Hark to the New Year’s voice
With its promise of hope and cheer!
Courage, brave hearts, rejoice!
For God is always near.

Skies may be dark with storm,
While fierce the north wind blows,
Yet earth at heart is warm,
And the snowdrift hides the rose.

New Year is here once more,
With its visions of future promise.
The old ways passed by,
And a fresh start, there for the taking.

All is optimism;
Gloom is gone!
Looking for the innocent blossoming of spring
Blooming into a youthful, balmy summer.
But the world does not change.

That beautiful vision of new cleanness.
Comes from within;
From the hope for a better world,
And a desire to let the old ways go.

Hooray! Hooray! It’s New Year’s Day!
The day we start anew.
So this year I’ve decided
To become a kangaroo!

Or maybe i will learn to fly,
Or how to walk through walls,
Or how to turn invisible,
Or surf on waterfalls.

I’ll make myself elastic
And I’ll teach myself to shrink.
I’ll turn into a liquid
And I’ll pour me down the sink.

I’ll visit other planets
And meet aliens galore.
I’ll travel to the distant past
And ride a dinosaur.

I’ve got so many wondrous plans.
I’m starting right away.
Yes, this will be the best year yet.
Hooray! It’s New Year’s Day!

When suns are low and nights are long
And winds bring wild alarms,
Through the darkness comes the Queen of the Year
In all her peerless charms,—
December, fair and holly-crowned,
With the Christ-child in her arms.

The maiden months are a stately train,
Veiled in the spotless snow,
Or decked with the bloom of Paradise
What time the roses blow,
Or wreathed with the vine and the yellow wheat
When the noons of harvest glow.

But, oh, the joy of the rolling year,
The queen with peerless charms,
Is she who comes through the waning light
To keep the world from harms,—
December, fair and holly-crowned,
With the Christ-child in her arms.

Behold! a new white world!
The falling snow
Has cloaked the last old year
And bid him go.

To-morrow! cries the oak-tree
To his heart,
My sealèd buds shall fling
Their leaves apart.

To-morrow! pipes the robin,
And again
How sweet the nest that long
Was full of rain.

To-morrow! bleats the sheep,
And one by one
My little lambs shall frolic
‘Neath the sun.

For us, too, let some fair
To-morrow be,
O Thou who weavest threads
Of Destiny!

Thou wast a babe on that
Far Christmas Day,
Let us as children follow
In Thy way.

So that our hearts grown cold
‘Neath time and pain,
With young sweet faith may blossom
Green again.

That empty promises
Of passing years
Spring into life, and not
Repenting tears.

So that our deeds upon
The earth may go,
As innocent as lambs,
And pure as snow.

A year to be glad in,
And not to be sad in,
To gain in, to give in,
A happy new year.
A new year for trying,
And never for sighing,
A new year to live in,
Oh, hold it most dear.

Who comes dancing over the snow,
His soft little feet all bare and rosy?
Open the door though the wild winds blow,
Take the child and make him cozy.
Take him in and hold him dear,
He is the wonderful glad New Year.

January opens
The box of the year
And brings out days
That are bright and clear.
And brings out days
That are cold and gray,
And shouts, “Come see
What I brought today!”

Another fresh New Year is here…
Another year to live!
To banish worry, doubt and fear,
To love, and laugh and give!
This bright New Year is given me
To live each day with zest…
To daily grow and try to be
My highest and my best!
I have the opportunity
Once more to right some wrongs,
To pray for peace, to plant a tree,
And sing more joyful songs!

Not who you are, but what you are,
That’s what the world demands to know;
Just what you are, what you can do
To help mankind to live and grow.
Your lineage matters not at all,
Nor counts one whit your gold or gear,
What can you do to show the world
The reason for your being here?

For just what space you occupy
The world requires you pay the rent;
It does not shower its gifts galore,
Its benefits are only lent;
And it has need of workers true,
Willing of hand, alert of brain;
Go forth and prove what you can do,
Nor wait to count o’er loss or gain.

Give of your best to help and cheer,
The more you give the more you grow;
This message evermore rings true,
In time you reap whate’er you sow.
No failure you have need to fear,
Except to fail to do your best—
What have you done, what can you do?
That is the question, that the test.

To keep my health!
To do my work!
To live!
To see to it I grow and gain and give!
Never to look behind me for an hour!
To wait in weakness, and to walk in power;
But always fronting onward to the light,
Always and always facing towards the right.
Robbed, starved, defeated, fallen, wide astray–
On, with what strength I have!
Back to the way!

The biggest night of the year
To say goodbye to the past
And bring in the new with cheer

Surrounded by family and
Friends so dear-
Memories are made to last
Throughout our forthcoming years

At the birth of each New Year
God lights a candle for us all
To give guidance in our lives
To see his children free from fall

As the wonder of time
Finally strikes twelve
We celebrate together
New Year’s first hours

Full knee-deep lies the winter snow,
And the winter winds are wearily sighing:
Toll ye the church-bell sad and slow,
And tread softly and speak low,
For the old year lies a-dying.
Old year, you must not die;
You came to us so readily,
You lived with us so steadily,
Old year, you shall not die.

He lieth still: he doth not move:
He will not see the dawn of day.
He hath no other life above.
He gave me a friend, and a true true-love,
And the New-year will take ’em away.
Old year, you must not go;
So long as you have been with us,
Such joy as you have seen with us,
Old year, you shall not go.

He froth’d his bumpers to the brim;
A jollier year we shall not see.
But tho’ his eyes are waxing dim,
And tho’ his foes speak ill of him,
He was a friend to me.
Old year, you shall not die;
We did so laugh and cry with you,
I’ve half a mind to die with you,
Old year, if you must die.

He was full of joke and jest,
But all his merry quips are o’er.
To see him die, across the waste
His son and heir doth ride post-haste,
But he’ll be dead before.
Every one for his own.
The night is starry and cold, my friend,
And the New-year blithe and bold, my friend,
Comes up to take his own.

How hard he breathes! over the snow
I heard just now the crowing cock.
The shadows flicker to and fro:
The cricket chirps: the light burns low:
‘Tis nearly twelve o’clock.
Shake hands, before you die.
Old year, we’ll dearly rue for you:
What is it we can do for you?
Speak out before you die.

His face is growing sharp and thin.
Alack! our friend is gone.
Close up his eyes: tie up his chin:
Step from the corpse, and let him in
That standeth there alone,
And waiteth at the door.
There’s a new foot on the floor, my friend,
And a new face at the door, my friend,
A new face at the door.

Said the child to the youthful year:
“What hast thou in store for me,
O giver of beautiful gifts! what cheer,
What joy dost thou bring with thee?”

“My seasons four shall bring
Their treasures: the winter’s snows,
The autumn’s store, and the flowers of spring,
And the summer’s perfect rose.

“All these and more shall be thine,
Dear child—but the last and best
Thyself must earn by a strife divine,
If thou wouldst be truly blest.”

Easter Poems For Children

Easter is a happy time with Jesus, bunnies, eggs, and little kids like you! Keep being lovely, and have a hoppy Easter!Anonymous

On that first Easter
2000 years ago
Jesus died for you and me
at Calgary.
Wearing a crown of thorns
and nailed to a cross
for all to see.
FORGIVE US LORD.
Three days later
he had risen.
Now Easter is a time
for love. A new life is born
from pain.
ALLELUIA!
Early Easter morning
The bells will be ringing
As people go to Church
to praise the Lord
and hear Choirs singing
SPRING IS HERE
So on Easter Sunday
Give daffodils to Mum.
Children enjoy your
Chocolate eggs
then let’s all eat
Hot Cross Buns

One Easter day many years ago
In a shopping mall nearby,
I sat and ate a welcomed lunch
I think I had ham on rye.

It was Easter time of the year
Baskets and bunnies were every where,
I was shopping for an Easter gift
Maybe a necklace for my wife to wear.

As I sat in the open market area
And continued to eat my lunch,
I noticed a large Easter rabbit
Entertaining children, I had a hunch.

He took a break after a while
And left his chair where he sat,
All the children had finally been seen
So it was a while before he came back.

He returned from around the corner of the mall
As a little girl and her mother came the other way,
They stopped when they saw each other
What I saw next really made my day!

The little girl recognized the rabbit
As a symbol of the Easter she knew,
She spread her arms out widely
And off to the rabbit she flew.

The guy in the large rabbit suit
Saw the little girl at the same time,
And seeing her run towards him
Dropped to his knees just in time.

He held out his arms to receive the girl
And she ran within them with glee,
For he was the symbol of Easter
She was so excited and happy to see.

They hugged for a moment or two
Little arms around the rabbit suit,
And the rabbits arms around the little girl
The scene was tender and very cute.

As I pondered the scene I just saw
My mind reflected on this Easter time,
What the season was really all about
And many thoughts came to my mind.

The Easter bunny stretched out his arms
To welcome the little girl within,
Christ’s arms were outstretched on the cross
To embrace us and Atone for our sins.

As the little girl snuggled in the rabbits arms
Comforted by a symbol of care and love,
Christ will comfort all who come unto Him
For this reason He descended from above.

We can embrace Christ in humility and love
As we drop to our knees in prayer,
We can ask for forgiveness of sins untold
For He has suffered the lion’s share.

We can become as that little white lamb
From our crimson stained coat of wool,
By the sacrificial lamb of God
As we follow His golden rule.

He cleanses our souls by His sacrifice
Each time the Sacrament we partake,
As we remember and covenant again and again
Our sins and errors to forsake.

So, I reflect once more upon the scene
Of the little girl hugging the rabbit suit,
And hope my love is as pure and clean
As that little girl so tender and cute!

For are we not told to be as little children?
Clean of all sins and crime,
With childlike love and innocence
As we hug Christ now, and through the end of time!

In return Christ will embrace us as well
In His righteous arms extended for us,
We can feel His love and eternal care
As in Christ we place our trust.

Another Easter is over
Hope yours was fine
Good food and a little brew or maybe wine
Nice conversations of old times
Children with their mouth full of candy
The part I used to love as a young lad
Then games of hide and seek and tag
With cousins hadn’t seen for a long-long time ago
How do Jews celebrate Easter?
After they crucified Christ
For not being one of their own
But where did he go?

Oh! children, have you ever seen
The little Easter Hen,
Who comes to lay her pretty eggs,
Then runs away again?
She only comes on Easter Day;
And when that day is o’er,
Till next year brings it round again,
You will not see her more.
Her eggs are not like common eggs,
But all of colors bright:
Blue, purple, red, with spots and stripes,
And scarcely one that’s white.
She lays them in no special place,—
On this side, now on that.
And last year, only think! she laid
One right in Johnny’s hat.
But naughty boys and girls get none:
So, children, don’t forget!
And be as good as good can be—
It is not Easter yet!

Give flowers to all the children,
This blessed Easter Day,—
Fair crocuses and snowdrops,
And tulips brave and gay;

Bright nodding daffodillies,
And purple iris tall,
And sprays of silver lilies,
The loveliest of all.

And tell them, tell the children,
How in the dark, cold earth,
The flowers have been waiting
Till spring should give them birth.

All winter long they waited,
Till the south wind’s soft breath
Bade them rise up in beauty,
And bid farewell to death.

Then tell the little children
How Christ our Saviour, too,
The flower of all eternity,
Once death and darkness knew.

How, like these blossoms, silent,
Within the tomb he lay;
Then rose in light and glory,
To live in heaven alway.

So take the flowers, children,
And be ye pure as they;
And sing of Christ our Saviour,
This blessed Easter Day.

Hear children!
Easter bunny
Is in town –
Hides easter eggs
You must find.
Hunt down treasures
High and low, find chocolate treats.

Dear Grandpa Lee, with little Grace,
Followed the path-way to the mill;
Bright daisies starred the shady lane,
And now and then a bird would trill.

Once, when a birdling spread its wings,
She said, “All things are fair and gay,—
The sky so blue where birdie sings!”
Said grandpa, “This is Easter Day.”

Thus happily they onward went,
Till Grace cried, “There is little Kate,
And Frank and Nellie, too—and oh!
Nell’s swinging on the garden gate!”

As Grace and grandpa came in sight,
The little ones to meet them sped,—
Their eager, prattling lips apart,
Eyes flashing bright and cheeks rose-red.

“Oh, grandpa! in the hedge we’ve found
Four Easter eggs, all colored blue;
They’re in the sweetest little nest;
We want to show our prize to you!”

Said grandpa, “Touch them not, my dears;
Those eggs God dyed with colors rare;
The mother-bird will soon come back,
And guard her nest with loving care.

“These Easter eggs, in leaf-hid nests,
Imprison countless song-birds bright,
That soon will break the tinted shell
And rise and sing in joyous flight.”

Seven little nests of hay
We have made, for Easter day
Is to-morrow, and you know
We must have them ready, so
When the Rabbit comes she’ll see
We expected her, that we
Children tried our very best
Each to make the nicest nest.

One is in the lilac-bush,
Near the ground—last year a thrush
Built a nest there—let me see,
Two are by the apple-tree,
In the clover—that makes three—
One beside the playhouse door,
—Three plus one, that must be four—
Two are in the tulip-bed—
Was it seven that I said?
Oh, yes! six I’ve counted, and
One is in our pile of sand.

Come and see! Oh, hurry, hurry!
For the Rabbit, kind and furry,
Has been here again and laid
Eggs in every nest we made!
Purple, orange, red, and blue,
Pink and green and yellow, too,
Like a bunch of finest flowers
Ever seen, and all are ours!
And oh, look! What do you think!
Here our names are in white ink,
All spelled nicely so we know
Just where every egg should go!
Is it not surprising, quite,
How well Easter Rabbits write?

On Easter morn
Up the faint cloudy sky
I hear the Easter bell,
Ding dong . . . ding dong . . .
Easter morning scatters lilies
On every doorstep;
Easter morning says a glad thing
Over and over.
Poor people, beggars, old women
Are hearing the Easter bell . . .
Ding dong . . . ding dong . . .

Never yet was a springtime,
Late though lingered the snow,
That the sap stirred not at the whisper
Of the south wind, sweet and low;
Never yet was a springtime
When the buds forgot to blow.

Ever the wings of the summer
Are folded under the mold;
Life that has known no dying
Is Love’s to have and to hold,
Till sudden, the burgeoning Easter!
The song! the green and the gold!

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