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It’s impossible to separate Christmas season from the white-bearded, rosy-cheeked man fond of cookies and milk. But do you know that it was a poem that gave the plump and jolly version of St. Nick who is known as Santa Claus today. And that poem was none other than “Twas the Night before Christmas” by Clement Clark Moore.  The poem described Santa, a fluffy old man who could sneak into houses through chimneys. Today, this chubby, cheerful and venerated icon is seen in holiday movies, cards, television shows, malls, etc. To keep the little ones occupied, Live It Beautiful has compiled a list of beautiful Christmas poems for you and your kids. Have a look!

Beautiful Christmas Poems

Classic Christmas Poems:

 

Twas the Night before Christmas by Clement Clark 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, Donner 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 of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

Beautiful Christmas Poems

 

The Three Kings by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow:

 

Three Kings came riding from far away,

Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar;

Three Wise Men out of the East were they,

And they travelled by night and they slept by day,

For their guide was a beautiful, wonderful star.

 

The star was so beautiful, large and clear,

That all the other stars of the sky

Became a white mist in the atmosphere,

And by this they knew that the coming was near

Of the Prince foretold in the prophecy.

 

Three caskets they bore on their saddle-bows,

Three caskets of gold with golden keys;

Their robes were of crimson silk with rows

Of bells and pomegranates and furbelows,

Their turbans like blossoming almond-trees.

 

And so the Three Kings rode into the West,

Through the dusk of the night, over hill and dell,

And sometimes they nodded with beard on breast,

And sometimes talked, as they paused to rest,

With the people they met at some wayside well.

 

“Of the child that is born,” said Baltasar,

“Good people, I pray you, tell us the news;

For we in the East have seen his star,

And have ridden fast, and have ridden far,

To find and worship the King of the Jews.”

 

And the people answered, “You ask in vain;

We know of no King but Herod the Great!”

They thought the Wise Men were men insane,

As they spurred their horses across the plain,

Like riders in haste, who cannot wait.

 

And when they came to Jerusalem,

Herod the Great, who had heard this thing,

Sent for the Wise Men and questioned them;

And said, “Go down unto Bethlehem,

And bring me tidings of this new king.”

 

So they rode away; and the star stood still,

The only one in the grey of morn;

Yes, it stopped –it stood still of its own free will,

Right over Bethlehem on the hill,

The city of David, where Christ was born.

 

And the Three Kings rode through the gate and the guard,

Through the silent street, till their horses turned

And neighed as they entered the great inn-yard;

But the windows were closed, and the doors were barred,

And only a light in the stable burned.

 

And cradled there in the scented hay,

In the air made sweet by the breath of kine,

The little child in the manger lay,

The child, that would be king one day

Of a kingdom not human, but divine.

 

His mother Mary of Nazareth

Sat watching beside his place of rest,

Watching the even flow of his breath,

For the joy of life and the terror of death

Were mingled together in her breast.

 

They laid their offerings at his feet:

The gold was their tribute to a King,

The frankincense, with its odor sweet,

Was for the Priest, the Paraclete,

The myrrh for the body’s burying.

 

And the mother wondered and bowed her head,

And sat as still as a statue of stone,

Her heart was troubled yet comforted,

Remembering what the Angel had said

Of an endless reign and of David’s throne.

 

Then the Kings rode out of the city gate,

With a clatter of hoofs in proud array;

But they went not back to Herod the Great,

For they knew his malice and feared his hate,

And returned to their homes by another way.

Beautiful Christmas Poems

 

A Cradle Song – William Blake:

SLEEP, sleep, beauty bright,

Dreaming in the joys of night;

Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep

Little sorrows sit and weep.

 

Sweet babe, in thy face

Soft desires I can trace,

Secret joys and secret smiles,

Little pretty infant wiles.

 

As thy softest limbs I feel,

Smiles as of the morning steal

O’er thy cheek, and o’er thy breast

Where thy little heart doth rest.

 

O the cunning wiles that creep

In thy little heart asleep!

When thy little heart doth wake,

Then the dreadful night shall break.

 

Minstrels by William Wordsworth:

The minstrels played their Christmas tune

To-night beneath my cottage-eaves;

While, smitten by a lofty moon,

The encircling laurels, thick with leaves,

Gave back a rich and dazzling sheen,

That overpowered their natural green.

 

 

Through hill and valley every breeze

Had sunk to rest with folded wings:

Keen was the air, but could not freeze,

Nor check, the music of the strings;

So stout and hardy were the band

That scraped the chords with strenuous hand.

 

 

And who but listened?–till was paid

Respect to every inmate’s claim,

The greeting given, the music played

In honour of each household name,

Duly pronounced with lusty call,

And “Merry Christmas” wished to all.

Beautiful Christmas Poems

Short Christmas Poems:

 

Still Stops Our World by Catherine Pulsifer:

Christmas a time for children

That is for certain

But for others

It is time to love your brothers.

A time where we do see peace,

Where fighting actually does cease.

Giving gifts and sharing with all,

When the world seems anew.

Like that first Christmas morn,

When Jesus was born.

A miracle that happened long ago,

Still stops our world and shines a glow.

Beautiful Christmas Poems

A Christmas Message by Julie Hebert:

I have a message for you,

And I do believe it’s grand.

During this Christmas Season,

It’s time to take a stand.

 

Remember the reason for Christmas,

And what it represents.

Jesus, loving and welcoming,

It’s not just about presents.

 

So take this Christmas message,

And pass it far and wide.

Christmas is a time for caring,

Let’s share this message, amplified.

Still Stops Our World by Catherine Pulsifer

Christmas a time for children

That is for certain

But for others

It is time to love your brothers.

A time where we do see peace,

Where fighting actually does cease.

Giving gifts and sharing with all,

When the world seems anew.

Like that first Christmas morn,

When Jesus was born.

A miracle that happened long ago,

Still stops our world and shines a glow.

Beautiful Christmas Poems

A Song Was Heard Christmas by Timothy Dudley-Smith:

 

A song was heard at Christmas

To wake the midnight sky:

A saviour’s birth, and peace on earth,

And praise to God on high.

The angels sang at Christmas

With all the hosts above,

And still we sing the newborn King

His glory and his love.

 

Sitting Under The Mistletoe (Anonymous)

Sitting under the mistletoe

One last candle burning low,

All the sleepy dancers gone,

Just one candle burning on,

Shadows lurking everywhere:

Some one came, and kissed me there.

 

Tired I was; my head would go

Nodding under the mistletoe

No footsteps came, no voice, but only,

Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,

Stooped in the still and shadowy air

Lips unseen – and kissed me there.

Christmas Poems For Kids And Preschoolers:

Beautiful Christmas Poems

A Christmas Tree (Anonymous):

One little star on the top of the tree,

Two little presents underneath for me,

Three silver ropes twisted around the tree,

Four colored lights shining prettily,

Five shining balls flowing silvery.

Beautiful Christmas Poems

Christmas Wreaths (Anonymous)

Our Christmas wreaths are fat and round,

Made of the woodsy things we found.

We tied brown cones upon the green,

And stuck red berries in between.

Upon the wreath on our front door,

We tied red ribbon from the store.

Beautiful Christmas Poems

Santa (Anonymous):

Two merry blue eyes

A very little nose

A long snowy beard

And cheeks like a rose

A round chubby man

A big bulging pack

Hurrah for Old Santa

We’re glad he’s come back!

Beautiful Christmas Poems

Jingle Bells by James Lord Pierpont

Jingle bells, jingle bells

Jingle all the way!

O what fun it is to ride

On a one-horse open sleigh

Oh! Jingle bells, jingle bells

Jingle all the way!

O what fun it is to ride

On a one-horse open sleigh

Dashing through the snow

On a one-horse open sleigh

Over fields we go

Laughing all the way

Bells on bob-tails ring

Keeping spirits bright

Oh What fun it is to sing

A sleighing song tonight.

Beautiful Christmas Poems

Share these Christmas poems with your friends, relative and children to celebrate the true joy and spirit of the holiday. You can even pin the images of Christmas poems if you want to spread the message of goodwill and peace. And don’t forget to share your favorite Christmas poems with us by commenting below!

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