Christmas Poems Added 1044 days ago. 17 December 2018 We’ve already had some great, Christmas themed entries into our poetry competition and just couldn’t wait to share them with you. We’ve put together a small selection of poems we have received so far, which you can read below. The Robin The robin hopped from branch to branch, his little legs were freezing His nose was red and sore from continuously sneezing He spied an open window, so quickly slipped inside And hoped to find a cosy spot where he could safely hide He looked around the room which had a warm and cheery glow Much nicer than outside, which was cold and deep in snow He was totally amazed and jumped up and down with glee For standing in the corner was an ornamented tree Draped in many sparkling colours: green and blue and red So hidden in its branches, he made his tiny bed For a while he stayed and enjoyed a welcome rest Till came the day he had to go and leave his comfy nest The tree enjoyed the robin's company and whispered in his ear 'Why don't you come and visit us at Christmas time each year?" The robin was so happy to be accepted as a guest He sang a joyful tune, which displayed his bright red chest And to this very day you will very often see A pretty robin-redbreast on someone's Christmas tree. By Mrs Joan Hunt Christmas Repeats Grandpa says “bah humbug” – about Christmas he doesn’t want to know. He’s aching and feeling grumpy about the cold and the snow Grandma’s nose is tipped white with flour from making the mince pie. Mum says to her sons “I’m worn out with all the preparation you guys”. Her sons have dragged in the Christmas tree Saying it’s misshapen and it’s wee. Her daughter says “well it was the last one there, so don’t blame me”. All are wondering silently if Christmas is really worth all this fuss. Grandpa can’t find his pipe and under his breath is starting to cuss. But as ever Christmas day dawns and after a good night’s rest The family are all feeling better and are happy now, it has to be confessed. The oven breathes out its tantalising perfume as Mum opens its door. Dad says “lets have a little tipple” And his teenage sons says, with a cheeky grin, “I will pour” The table looks a real treat, fit for a Queen or King Then, as lunch is about to be served, The doorbell gives a jolly ring. It’s the lady from next door who joins them on this special day. She joins them just as on the radio White Christmas has started to play. Their neighbour says “you will never know how much your kind invitation means to me”. “Well” Mum says, and they all join in “It wouldn’t be Christmas without you, you see”. They all the clinked their glasses And with one voice said “cheers”. Grandpa put his arm round Grandma As her eyes fill with happy unshed tears. This Christmas as always is worth it and that is very clear. And guess what? The same thing – God willing – will be the exact same next year. Norma Young A Memory of Christmas Past Cold, black, harsh days and times were very hard Not much money in the pot And scant coal in the yard. Down to the woods for a Christmas tree Hoping the game keeper doesn’t see! Dad got a goose still wearing its feathers And carried it home in the cruellest of weathers Kids go to bed, no sound must be heard While Mother got busy undressing the bird. We hung up our stockings, we had no idea That money in pockets got smaller each year. But come Christmas morning We were filled with delight Our stockings were full- What a wonderful sight! This morning our small fire looked Warming and glowing And outside the house the thick snow Was still blowing. My Mum’s happy face as she looked at our pleasure Is something I will forevermore treasure When counting my blessings, I thank God above At the top of the list is my parents love. D J Cluett Our poetry competition is open until the 1st February 2018, so if you think you can give these poems a run for their money, enter on our website today >.