CHRISTMAS

I love christmas and write a new poem most years.

12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS (and not a partridge to be found)

It's 24 days to Christmas Day - so here's a Christmas poem (sorry - there will be others!!!)

As Daylight Breaks on Christmas Morn

As daylight breaks on Christmas Morn There's some believe a child born In Bethlehem long years ago Still speaks a message all should know. The Son of God the angel said

CHRISTMAS 1843

Adapted from Stave Three of "A Christmas Carol", this poem describes how people used to spend Xmas

CHRISTMAS 1915

Much has been written about the Xmas truce of 1914; this poem tells of the truce the following year and is based on the recollections of Bertie Felstead, a soldier present at the time.

CHRISTMAS DAY

The "sequel" to yesterday's post - the two can be combined (by using the last verse of Eve and the first verse of Day as a bridge) into a longer poem

THE FIRST CHRISTMAS - THE SHEPHERDS' STORY

Near Bethlehem On a clear, crisp night A band of poor shepherds Were afeard at the sight Of an angel coalescing Midst a nimbus of light, Swiftly he calmed them

THE FIRST CHRISTMAS - THE KINGS' TALE

Long, long ago On the first Christmas morn, A Bethlehem stable Rundown and forlorn, To Mary and Joseph A saviour was born, Proclaimed from the heavens By Gabriel's horn.

TWELVE THOUGHTS OF CHRISTMAS

A Christmas carol that joyous sings Of shepherds and angels and three wise kings. A Christmas song that joyful tells Of holly green and silver bells.

THE LITTLE MATCH GIRL

As we move from Christmas to New Year, his a tale set on New Year's Eve

THE FIRST CHRISTMAS - JOSEPH'S TALE

After yesterday's “fun” Xmas poem this has a different slant - see also www.abctales.com/story/kheldar/first-christmas-shepherds-story www.abctales.com/story/kheldar/first-christmas-kings-tale

I THINK I'VE UPSET SANTA CLAUS....

I think I've upset Santa Claus He didn't come last night, My stocking still lies empty A most distressing sight. I think I've upset Santa Claus I'm sure he got my note,

The First Christmas - The Servant's Tale

My master was a carpenter Nazareth his home, In the land of Israel Beneath the yoke of Rome. My mistress was a maiden Innocent and pure, Yet in her womb at God's command

Christmas Eve (At Last it's Here…..)

At last it's here, that time of year That many revere and more hold dear, For more than other holidays These "hollydays" are jolly days, When boughs...

I HEARD A HOOF

I heard a hoof Upon the roof Beside the chimney stack; It was his sleigh His magical dray, With toys in array in the back. Midst falling soot I spied...