Short Christmas Poems for Children 2014
Christmas poems for Children are one of the most popular things that children love to recite on Christmas.
Christmas is a festival of lights, happiness and brightness. This is a festival when people forget all boundaries and join hands to celebrate the largest festival of the year. This festive and happy spirit of Christmas has influenced poets over ages to create immortal poems to capture the festive mood from the occasion. There are various interesting poems written on the subject of Christmas happiness and festivity.
In this section we have compiled a summary of some of the best short Christmas poems, traditional Christmas poems and best Christmas poems for children. These Christmas poems have been written by well known poets who have expressed their feelings and thoughts about Christmas through their poems. It is simple to relate to these poems because they have been inspired by actions and characters which come from common walks of life. These short Christmas poems can help enrich your feelings, mind and soul and will touch your heart by spreading Christmas warmth and messages.
A Christmas Wish
I’d like a stocking made for a giant,
And a meeting house full of toys,
Then I’d go out in a happy hunt
For the poor little girls and boys;
Up the street and down the street,
And across and over the town,
I’d search and find them everyone,
Before the sun went down.
A Song Was Heard At Christmas
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.
Somewhere across the winter world tonight
You will be hearing chimes that fill the air;
Christmas extends its all-enfolding light
Across the distance…something we can share.
You will be singing, just the same as I,
These familiar songs we know so well,
And you will see these same stars in your sky
And wish upon that brightest one that fell.
I shall remember you and trim my tree,
One shining star upon the topmost bough;
I will hang wreaths of faith that all may see —
Tonight I glimpse beyond the hear and now.
And all the time that we must be apart
I keep a candle in my heart.
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head.
The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay—
the little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes.
I love thee, Lord Jesus! look down from the sky,
And stay by my cradle till morning is nigh.