Short and Funny Christmas Poems

Will and Guy bring you a collection of Christmas verses, a few are funny,
other are just fun, while the rest are Christmassy.  We wanted to created a
little oasis where we could tell the Christmas story through poetry.

• Funny Christmas Poems
• Short Christmas Poems
• A Somewhat
  Jaundiced View of Christmas Rhymes
• Ode To the Christmas Tree
  Angel
• Religious Christmas Poems
• A Puppy’s Christmas Poem
• Frosty The Snowman

Funny Christmas Poems

Away in a Manger

Away in a Manger
No Crib for a bed
Social Services have been
notified!

A Somewhat Jaundiced
View of Christmas Rhymes

Dashing through the snow
In a one horse open sleigh
O’er the fields
we go
Laughing all the way

While Shepherds Watched

While shepherds watched
Their flocks by night
All seated on the
ground
The angel of the Lord came down
And glory shone around.

Little Donkey

Little donkey, little donkey on the dusty road
Got to keep on plodding
onwards with your precious load

We Three Kings

We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field
and fountain, moor and mountain Following yonder star

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Short Christmas Poems

Christmas Message – To You

The wish is old,
The wish is true,
A merry Christmas,
My
friends, to You.

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children.

Longfellow

‘I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, goodwill to men!

Nearly a Short Christmas Poem

If I could write words
Like leaves on an autumn forest floor,
What
a bonfire my letters would make.
If I could speak words of water,
You
would drown when I said
“I love you.”

More Classic Poems for Christmas

Ode To the Christmas Tree
Angel

The time had come around again it was time to get our tree
In the car
we piled us boys, my sister on mum’s knee
Out into the country, dad drove
for miles and miles
When at last he found the place, we could not contain
our smiles.

Dad headed to the tall pine trees, his sharpest axe in hand
Dutiful
behind him trailed his merry little band
At last he spied the one he
sought, a sapling straight and tall
“This will please your mum” he said,
indeed it pleased us all.

With swift clean strokes he had in no time cut it down
We placed the
tree atop the car and headed back to town
The decorating of the tree this
year would be supervised by Mum
The final piece, “The Angel” would be
placed by the youngest one.

This year my baby brother would be helped by sis and me
But as we
lifted baby up we tripped and fell into the tree
Tangled in the trimmings
we rode the tree as down it came
Mid tears and cries right through the
lounge room window pane.

I carried on tradition with my children every year
But when it came to
“Angel” time up came a nagging fear
Of breaking glass and angels wings
and the message that it sent
To place my tree in a great big pot in
reinforced cement!

An Alternative Christmas Poem

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the
room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my
chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell,
a blanket of white,
Transforming the garden to a winter delight.

The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that
was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or
so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn’t loud, and it wasn’t too near,
But I opened my eyes
when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn’t quite know, Then
the
sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a
tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was
near.

Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure
stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years
old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled there in the cold.
Alone in the dark,
he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my
child.

“What are you doing?” I asked without fear,
“Come in this moment, it’s
freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!”
For barely a moment I saw
his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..

To the window that danced with a warm fire’s light
Then he sighed and
he said “Its really all right,
I’m out here by choice. I’m here every
night.”
“It’s my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That
separates you from the darkest time.

No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I’m proud to stand here like
my fathers before me.
My Grandfather died in France , on a day in
December,”
Then he sighed, “That’s a Christmas ‘Gran always remembers.”
My dad stood his watch in the snows of Ardennes
And now it is my turn to
stand with the men.

I’ve not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me
pictures, he’s sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled
from his bag,
The red, white, and blue… a Union flag.
I can live
through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and
my home.

I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in
a trench with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front
against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not
fall.”

” So go back inside,” he said, “harbour no fright,
Your family is
waiting and I’ll be all right.”
“But isn’t there something I can do, at
the least,
“Give you money,” I asked, “or prepare you a feast?
It
seems all too little for all that you’ve done,
For being away from your
wife and your son.”

Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
“Just tell us you love
us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we’re
gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come
home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we
bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we
mattered to you as you mattered to us.”

Sent from Elsie. – Please send us your Christmas poem.

Religious Christmas Poems

Christmas Tree Gospel

There once was a
shining Christmas tree
Standing out where all could see.
Its
brilliance captured very eye
And seemed to cheer each passer-by.

“The lights are so bright”, they would say
And hesitate to walk away.
The tree stood proud ablaze with light
For every light was burning
bright.

Then one bulb was heard to say
“I’m tired of burning night and day;
I think I’11 just go out and rest
For I’m too tired to do my best;
Besides, I am so very small
I doubt if I’d be missed at all.”

Then a child lovingly touched the light

“Look, mother, this one shines so very bright.
I think of all the
lights upon the tree
This one looks the best to me.”

“Oh my goodness,” said the light
“I almost dimmed right out of sight.
I thought perhaps no one would care
If I failed to shine my share.”
With that a glorious brilliance came
For every light had felt-the same.

Our Gospel, like this Christmas tree

With little lights which are you and me

We each have a space that we must fill
With love, and lessons and good
will.
Let’s keep our tree ablaze with light
With testimonies burning
bright.

For our Gospel is a living tree
That lights the way to eternity.

Twas’ the Night Jesus Came

Twas’ the night Jesus came
and all through the house,
Not a
person was praying,
not one in the house.

The Bible was left
on the shelf without care,
It’s hopes and it’s
promises
all buried there.

The children were dressing
to crawl into bed,
not once ever
kneeling
or bowing their head.

And Mom in her rocker
with baby on her lap,
was watching the Late
Show
while I took a nap.

When out of the east
there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my
feet
to see what’s the matter.

Away to the window
I flew like a flash,
tore open the shutters
and threw up the sash.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but Angels proclaiming
that Jesus was here.

More rapid than eagles,
with lightning they came,
And trumpets
proclaiming
and praising his name.

The light of His face
made me cover my head,
it was Jesus
returning here
just like He’d said.

And though I possessed
great wisdom and wealth,
I cried when I saw
Him
in spite of myself.

In the Book of Life
which he held in his hand,
was written the
name
of every saved man.

He spoke not a word
as he searched for my name,
when He said
“it’s not here”
My head hung in shame.

The people who’s names were written with love,
He gathered to take to
his Father above.

And then in a twinkling
they rose without sound,
All of His chosen
were now Heaven bound.

I fell to my knees
but it was too late,
I waited too long
thus sealing my fate.

I stood and I cried
as they rose out of sight,
Oh, if only I’d
know
that this was the night.

And then I awoke,
this dream, ….such a fright.
Twas’ the night
BEFORE Jesus came
There’s still time to get right!

A Puppy’s Christmas Poem

It’s the day before Christmas
And all through the house
The puppies
are squeaking
An old rubber mouse.

The wreath which had merrily
Hung on the door
Is scattered in
pieces
All over the floor.

The stockings that hung
In a neat little row
Now boast a hole in
Each one of the toes.

The tree was subjected
To bright-eyed whims,
And now, although
splendid,
It’s missing some limbs.

I catch them and hold them.
“Be good”, I insist.
They lick me, then
run off
To see what they’ve missed.

And now as I watch them
The thought comes to me,
That theirs is the
spirit
That Christmas should be.

Should children and puppies
Yet show us the way,
And teach us the
joy
That should come with this day?

Could they bring the message
That’s written above,
And tell us
that, most of all
Christmas is love.

Anonymous

Footnote:
Please send us your funny or short
Christmas poems.