Christmas Poems
Fables & Stories To Keep You Warm And
Literatured Up All Season
From classic Christmas poems to contemporary, below find a collection of poetry to suit your Christmas & holiday mood. Underneath each poem is either the original collection the poem was published in or a themed anthology hosting the poem. Everyday is a good day for poetry.
Some days are better to bring in thematic work, and holidays are especially ripe opportunities to weave poetry into your celebrations. Â
How To Add Poetry & Story To Your Holiday Tradition
-  Add a poem to a card. Print affix a poem or hand write your favorite Christmas poem, and it to a card.
- Laminate your favorite Christmas poem, or frame it and give the poem as a gift.Â
- Â Ask your guests to bring their favorite Christmas poem to read around the tree, if you have a fire place even better!Â
- Purchase one of the collections below. Make poetry collection gift giving a new holiday tradition.
- Write your own Christmas poem based on one of the poems below.Â
Love Came Down at Christmas
By Christina Rossetti
 Love came down at Christmas,Â
   Love all lovely, Love Divine;Â
Love was born at Christmas,Â
   Star and angels gave the sign.Â
Worship we the Godhead,Â
   Love Incarnate, Love Divine;Â
Worship we our Jesus:Â
   But wherewith for sacred sign?Â
Love shall be our token,Â
   Love be yours and love be mine,Â
Love to God and all men,Â
   Love for plea and gift and sign
The Magi
By William Butler Yeats
& The Adoration of the MAgi
by W.B. Yeats
The above poem is an excerpt found in this collection. Read more here.
by Timothy Steele
Although the roof is just a story high,
It dizzies me a little to look down.
I lariat-twirl the cord of Christmas lights
And cast it to the weeping birch’s crown;
A dowel into which I’ve screwed a hook
Enables me to reach, lift, drape, and twine
The cord among the boughs so that the bulbs
Will accent the tree’s elegant design.
Friends, passing home from work or shopping, pause
And call up commendations or critiques.
I make adjustments. Though a potpourri
Of Muslims, Christians, Buddhists, Jews, and Sikhs,
We all are conscious of the time of year;
We all enjoy its colorful displays
And keep some festival that mitigates
The dwindling warmth and compass of the days.
by Allie Esiri
This anthology boasts such poets as Brian Bilston, Robert Burns, Wendy Cope, T. S. Eliot, Christina Rossetti. E. E. Cummings, Dylan Thomas, Clement Clarke Moore and many more. Now all poems are Christmas themed, however. Though, many are classics that will get you through any cold winter day.
by e.e. cummings
little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower
who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see         i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly
i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don’t be afraid
look         the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,
put up your little arms
and i’ll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy
then when you’re quite dressed
you’ll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they’ll stare!
oh but you’ll be very proud
and my little sister and i will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we’ll dance and sing
“Noel Noel”
Some of our best poets can be found in this true Christmas collection. This book is a true classic for any poet, or poetry lover you know.Â
Christmas Mail
By Ted Kooser
Cards in each mailbox,
angel, manger, star and lamb,
as the rural carrier,
driving the snowy roads,
hears from her bundles
the plaintive bleating of sheep,
the shuffle of sandals,
the clopping of camels.
At stop after stop,
she opens the little tin door
New And Selected Poems
By Ted Kooser
While the poem “Christmas Mail” is not in this collection, there are several other seasonal and Christmas poems to be found in this book. Â
by Emily Bronte
The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow.
And the storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.
Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.
This poem is in the public domain.
by Louise Gluick
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