Christmas Day Poems in English: Christmas is around the corner and we just can’t control our excitement. Finally, it’s time for the holiday cheer and cold December breeze. The season of hot chocolate and gingerbreads is here. Everyone, including kids and adults, is ready to celebrate Christmas 2023 by adorning their houses with red and white-themed decorative items, yummy desserts, and long family gatherings. To add some more cheer and Christmas vibe to your parties and celebrations, we have brought to you some short, inspirational, and famous Christmas Day poems. 

We have divided the article into Christmas Day Poems for kids and adults to make sure the relevant person finds the most suitable poem to add to their Christmas cheers. So, what are you guys waiting for? Hold your hot chocolate glasses and get ready for a wintery Christmas with beautiful presents, food, and parties. But, do check out these poems of Christmas to know in detail about the festival. 

Christmas Day Poems in English

The Christmas Day Poems provided below are in English. Kids, as well as adults, can check these English poems on Christmas to add to your celebrations. These can be a part of your Christmas gatherings, speeches, or songs. We are sure that these poems will also educate you about the festival and different questions related to it such as why is Christmas celebrated, how is it celebrated, and more. 

Christmas Day Poems for Kids

Find some short Christmas Day poems in English for kids here. Check the list and find something interesting to add to your celebrations. These poems will inform kids about what Christmas is all about and how one should enjoy the festival with great enthusiasm. 

• My Christmas Wish for You -  By Ruth Kephart
  My Christmas wish for you my friend
  Is not a simple one
  I wish you hope and joy and peace
  Your days all filled with sun
  I wish you love and friendship too
  Throughout the coming year
  I wish you laughter, happiness
  Your world be filled with cheer
  May you count your blessings one by one
  And when you have totaled up the lot
  May you find all that you have been given
  Is so much more than what you haven’t got
  May your trips be short, your burdens light
  May your spirit in no way grow old
  May your clouds have silver linings
  And your rainbows pots of gold
  I wish this all and so much more
  May all your dreams come true
  I wish you Merry Christmas and
  A blessed New Year too
• Talking Turkeys - By Annabel Sheila

A squeak on the stairs.

Could Santa be here?

Better pull my blankets

Up to my ears.

He comes down the chimney,

That's how he gets in.

Santa uses magic

To make himself thin.

I better keep still,

Can't make a peep.

He doesn't leave toys,

Unless you're asleep.

My door just opened.

Someone's by my bed.

It wasn't Santa after all,

'Cause Mom just kissed my head.

• The First Christmas - By  Marian Swinger

It never snows at Christmas in that dry and dusty land.
Instead of freezing blizzards, there are palms and drifting sands,
and years ago a stable and a most unusual star
and three wise men who followed it, by camel, not by car,
while, sleepy on the quiet hills, a shepherd gave a cry.
He'd seen a crowd of angels in the silent starlit sky.
In the stable, ox and ass stood very still and calm
and gazed upon the baby, safe and snug in Mary's arms.
And Joseph, lost in shadows, face lit by an oil lamp's glow
stood wondering, that first Christmas Day, two thousand years ago.

• Winter Time - By Robert Lewis Stevenson

Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.

Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.

Close by the jolly fire I sit
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.

When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap;
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
It's frosty pepper up my nose.

Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding cake.

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  “Music on Christmas Morning” - by Anne Brontë

Music I love -­ but never strain

Could kindle raptures so divine,

So grief assuage, so conquer pain,

And rouse this pensive heart of mine -­

As that we hear on Christmas morn,

Upon the wintry breezes borne.

Though Darkness still her empire keep,

And hours must pass, ere morning break;

From troubled dreams, or slumbers deep,

That music kindly bids us wake:

It calls us, with an angel's voice,

To wake, and worship, and rejoice;

Christmas Day Poems for Adults

Here, Christmas Day Poems for Adults in English have been presented to you. Check this list and find out some interesting Christmas poems that will make you fall in love with Christmas. 

• “Christmas in the Heart” by Paul Laurence Dunbar

The snow lies deep upon the ground,
And winter’s brightness all around
Decks bravely out the forest sere,
With jewels of the brave old year.
The coasting crowd upon the hill
With some new spirit seems to thrill;
And all the temple bells achime.
Ring out the glee of Christmas time.

In happy homes the brown oak–bough
Vies with the red–gemmed holly now;
And here and there, like pearls, there show
The berries of the mistletoe.
A sprig upon the chandelier
Says to the maidens, “Come not here!”
Even the pauper of the earth
Some kindly gift has cheered to mirth!

Within his chamber, dim and cold,
There sits a grasping miser old.
He has no thought save one of gain,—
To grind and gather and grasp and drain.
A peal of bells, a merry shout
Assail his ear: he gazes out
Upon a world to him all gray,
And snarls, “Why, this is Christmas Day!”

No, man of ice,—for shame, for shame!
For “Christmas Day” is no mere name.
No, not for you this ringing cheer,
This festal season of the year.
And not for you the chime of bells
From holy temple rolls and swells.
In day and deed he has no part—
Who holds not Christmas in his heart!

• “Christmas” by Virna Sheard

With all the little children, far and near,
God wot! to-day we’ll sing a song of cheer!
To rosy lips and eyes, that know not guile,
We one and all will give back smile for smile;
And for the sake of all the small and gay
We will be children also for to-day.

Holly we’ll hang, with mistletoe above!
God wot! to-day we’ll sing a song of love!
And we will trip on merry heel and toe
With all the fair who lightly come and go;
We will deny the years that lie behind
And say that age is only in the mind.

And to the needy, in whatever place,
God wot! to-day we’ll lend a hand of grace;
For where is he who hath not need himself,
Although he dine on silver or on delf?
And we who pass and nod this Christmas Day
May never meet again on life’s highway.

But when the lights are lit, and day has flown –
God wot! there will be some who sit alone;
Who sit and gaze into the embers’ glow,
And watch strange things that flitter to and fro –
The ghosts of dreams; and faces – long unseen;
Shadows of shadows – things that once have been

• Mrs. Claus - By Sydney Stephens

Everyone loves Santa.
He makes the season bright.
But have you thought of Mrs. Claus,
the key to Santa's big night?

She presses his suit.
She pep-talks the deer.
Mrs. Claus keeps the show running
every day of the year.

The man with the bag
Old Saint Nick.
It's time Mrs. Claus
Got a name that would stick.

Santa's support.
His better half.
The one who makes his cocoa.
The one who makes him laugh.

I say we call her Mrs. Christmas
Or Mrs. Holiday Cheer.
Though Santa may call her Sweetheart,
or Honey, or Darling, or Dear.

• A Visit from St. Nicholas - By Clement Clarke Moore

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the house,

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar plums danc’d in their heads,

And Mama in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap —

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below;

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny rein-deer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and call’d them by name:

“Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer, and Vixen,

“On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Dunder and Blixem;

“To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

“Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”

As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of Toys — and St. Nicholas too:

And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound:

He was dress’d all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnish’d with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys was flung on his back,

And he look’d like a peddler just opening his pack:

His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry,

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry;

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow.

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.

He had a broad face, and a little round belly

That shook when he laugh’d, like a bowl full of jelly:

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laugh’d when I saw him in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And fill’d all the stockings; then turn’d with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight —

'Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.'

• Remembrance of Christmas Past- Judith Viorst

They let the children out of school too early.

I left the Christmas shopping till too late.

Each day we had a holiday excursion,

Which gave us the entire week to wait in line for

Movies by Disney,

Gift-wrapping by Lord & Taylor,

And everyone's restrooms.

On Christmas Eve we started to assemble

The easy-to-assemble telescope

And fire truck with forty-seven pieces.

By midnight it was plain there was no hope without

An astronomer,

A mechanical engineer,

And two psychiatrists.

We rose at dawn to three boys singing Rudolph.

We listened numbly to their shouts of glee.

The kitten threw up tinsel on the carpet.

The fire truck collided with the tree, requiring

One rug shampoo,

Several Band-aids,

And Scotch before breakfast.

I bought my husband shirts - wrong size, wrong colors,

And ties he said he couldn't be caught dead in.

I'd hinted Saint Laurent or something furry.

He bought me flannel gowns to go to bed in, also

A Teflon frying pan,

A plaid valise,

And The Weight Watchers Cook Book.

The turkey was still frozen at eleven.

At noon my eldest boy spilled Elmer's glue.

At five I had a swell Excedrin headache,

The kind that lasts till January two...but

Merry Christmas

And Happy New Year,

I think.

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