CHRISTMAS POETRY
A selection of poems for you to enjoy as we begin the lead up to Christmas:
MY LITTLE
CHRISTMAS TREE
I
grew
a little
Christmas
tree and put it
in a pot. I covered
it with lights and balls
and tinsel – quite a lot! It
made me very happy to see
my sparkling tree, and others got
much joy from it, it wasn’t only me.
When Christmas Day was over, I put it in
the ground, complete with tinsel, lights and
balls for
Christmas
all year
round!
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PANIC AT SANTA’S FACTORY
Poor Santa was all in a flap,
with hundreds of presents to wrap.
Influenza had caused
the factory to pause,
and the Elves were taking a nap.
‘I’ll have to recruit all the gnomes.’
‘No way,’ said the Elves, ‘not the gnomes.
Their wrapping is poor,
they’ll drop them for sure.
Please, Santa, don’t ask the gnomes.’
Santa Claus waggled his head,
‘unless you find someone instead,
what else can I do
when you’ve all got the flu,
and you have to stay tucked up in bed?’
So, the Elves made a magical potion,
a potion to get them in motion.
The thought of the gnomes
packing presents for homes,
was certainly not the best notion!
They worked for a day and a night
and Santa helped out with their plight,
and before very long,
with hard work and a song,
they had the delivery in sight.
‘Thank-you,’ said Santa, at last.
‘My journey will have to be fast.
I must fly round the earth
for all I am worth,’
and he left with a flash and a blast.
As Santa flew off on his sleigh
the elves all shouted, ‘hooray!’
Then they started to cough
as the potion wore off
and slept their way through Christmas Day.
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A CHRISTMAS LIMERICK
When Santa got stuck up the chimney
We dragged him out by his clothes.
His boots fell off
He started to cough
And soot came out of his nose.
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CHRISTMAS DINNER
A flicker of flame from the fire
Something good on the telly
Plenty of snacks to keep away
The rumble in everyone’s belly!
There’s a lovely waft from the kitchen,
Where they’re cooking and banging the pans.
Stuffing and dressing the turkey
And Dad’s got sprouts in his hands.
It seems to go on for hours.
Now our snacks have all run out.
When will dinner be ready?
We all begin to shout.
Won’t be long now, mum calls back,
Dads about to carve.
Thank goodness for that we mutter,
We’re all about to starve.
At last, we sit down together
Pull crackers and act like a clown,
And the delicious dinner they made for us,
In minutes is all gobbled down!
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GREAT BALLS OF MISTLETOE!
Mistletoe grows
In trees such as lime.
It’s been linked with Christmas
For quite a long time.
You can hold up a bunch
To give someone a kiss,
But personally, I think
I’ll give that a miss!
I hear that it grows
Where birds leave their poo.
And that ‘Mistle’ means dung –
How does that sound to you?
‘Toe’ means the twig
And so, it is clear,
‘Dung on a Twig’
Is the meaning, I fear!
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WAIT AND SEE PO-LI-TE-LY
There were presents underneath the tree
And stockings hung for Lee and me.
We clapped our hands in happy glee.
What could those Santa’s presents be?
Mum said, ‘you’ll have to wait and see,
You’ll have to wait ‘til half past three
When all the family come for tea!’
We begged we wailed, ‘oh hear our plea
We cannot wait ‘til half past three.
Please mum, oh please Mum, please agree
It’s cruel to make us wait ‘til tea.
It’s only seven now, and we
Can’t wait that long, we can’t you see
And if we must, we both agree:
We’ll set the cat upon the tree,
We’ll storm it yes, we will, you’ll see.’
‘Back off,’ Mum warned, arms folded she
Stood guard before the Christmas tree.
‘You’ll have to wait, and patiently.’
‘How can you, Mum, how can you be
So very mean to me and Lee?
For eight long hours we’ll have to be
Waiting by the Christmas tree
Until the family come for tea.
You promise then that Lee and me
Can open everything we see?’
‘I’ll see, said Mum, ‘if you agree
To be polite at half past three.’
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Here is a Christmas Kenning Poem
(A Kenning is a poem that describes the subject of the poem
with two hyphenated words without saying what it is)
WHO AM I?
Sleigh-driver
Reindeer-owner
Gift-bringer
Rooftop-rider
Snow-lover
Stocking-stuffer
Joy-giver
Belly-laugher
Chimney-surfer
Boot-wearer
Print-maker