It is to christmas

Christmas Poems

A selection of Xmas poems.

One Christmas Wish One Christmas Wish?

For snow
to fall all Christmnas Eve
in thick, slow flakes;
to fall all through
the hours I drift
in my warm bed
dreaming of Christmas Day.

For snow to lie
next morning
deep and soft;
for me to wake
and see the world
dressed as I’ve never
seen it dressed
in Christmas white.

For me to plant
my first time footprints
like a new astronaut on a new moon;
to snowball, slide,
shout loud ‘hallo-oo-oo-s’
through the crisp air;
build snowmen
with red berry lips,
holly green hair.

Later, inside,
to curl up on the rug;
hear grown-ups talk
of snow adventures
christmases ago.

One wish,
for one white Christmas
– one –
before I’m old.

Patricia Leighton

Heaven's King Welcome to Heaven’s King

Welcome to Thou, Heavens’s King,
Welcome, born in one morning,
Welcome, for Him we shall sing,
Welcome, Yule!

ANON.

Christmas Day It was on Christmas Day

It was on Christmas Day,
And all in the morning,
Our Saviour was born,
and our heavenly King:
And was not this a joyful thing?
And sweet Jesus they called him by name.

ANON.

Christmas Day A Christmas Blessing

God Bless the master of this house,
The mistress also,
And all the little Children
That round the table go;
And all your kin and kinsfolk
that dwell both far and near:
I wish you a Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year.

ANON.

Sat on Sunny Bank As I Sat on a Sunny Bank

As I Sat on a Sunny Bank
On Christmas day in the morning,
I saw three ships come sailing by
On Christmas day in the morning.
And who do you think were in those ships
But joseph and his fair lady:
He did whistle and she did sing,
And all the bells on earth did ring
For joy our saviour He was born
On Christmas day in the morning.

ANON.

Coventry Carol The Coventry Carol

Lully, lulla, thou little tiny child,
By by, lilly, lullay, thou little tiny child,
By by, lully, lullay

O sisters too, how may we do
For to preserve this day
This poor youngling for whom we do sing,
By by, lully lullay?

Herod the king, in his raging,
Charged he hath this day
His men of might, in his own sight,
All young children to slay.

That woe is me, poor child for thee!
And ever mourn and say,
For thy parting neither say nor sing
By by, lully, lullay

ANON

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