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SANTA POEMS

Christmas is such a wonderful time of year. Santa, Santa Claus, Kris Kringle, Saint Nicholas or Father Christmas has become a symbol of Christmas, said to bring gifts to the homes of well behaved children on Christmas Eve. St Nicholas was a third century Greek saint who was known for his generosity. His Dutch name was "Sinterklaas" which eventually became "Santa Claus."

For young children this is what the magic of Christmas is all about!

Poems About Santa

When Santa got stuck up the chimney
He began to shout
You girls and boys, won't get any toys
If you don't pull me out
My beard is black. There's soot in my sack
My nose is tickling too
When Santa got stuck up the chimney
Atchoo Atchoo Atchoo!

When Santa got stuck up the chimney
He began to yell
Oh hurry please it's such a squeeze
My sack is stuck as well
Oh dear Oh dear it's cold up here
And Rudolph's nose is blue
When Santa got stuck up the chimney
Atchoo Atchoo Atchoo!

When Santa Claus Comes

Santa Claus Picture

A good time is coming, I wish it were here,
The very best time in the whole of the year;
I'm counting each day on my fingers and thumbs-
The weeks that must pass before Santa Claus comes.

Then when the first snowflakes begin to come down,
And the wind whistles sharp and the branches are brown,
I'll not mind the cold, though my fingers it numbs,
For it brings the time nearer when Santa Claus comes.

Santa Claus

He comes in the night! He comes in the night!
He softly, silently comes,
While the little brown heads on the pillows so white
Are dreaming of bugles and drums.
He cuts thro' the snow like a ship thro' the foam,
While the white flakes 'round him whirl.
Who tells him I know not, but he findeth the home
Of each good little boy and girl.

His sleigh it is long, and deep, and wide;
It will carry a host of things,
While dozens of drums hang over the side,
With the sticks sticking under the strings.
And yet not the sound of a drum is heard,
Not a bugle blast is blown,
As he mounts to the chimney-top like a bird,
And drops to the hearth like stone.

The little red stockings he silently fills,
Till the stockings will hold no more;
The bright little sleds for the great snow hills
Are quickly set down on the floor.
Then Santa Claus mounts to the roof like a bird,
And glides to his seat in the sleigh;
Not the sound of a bugle or drum is heard
As he noiselessly gallops away.

He rides to the East, and he rides to the West,
Of his goodies he touches not one;
He eateth the crumbs of the Christmas feast
When the dear little folks are done.
Old Santa Claus doeth all that he can;
This beautiful mission is his;
Then, children be good to the little old man,
When you find who the little man is.


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This is such a well known Santa poem, but it's also my favourite poem for kids about Santa.

This classic Christmas reading sums up the spirit and feel of the festive season so well.

'Twas the Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through 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 danced 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 roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles, his courses they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
"Now Dasher! Now Dancer!
Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid!
On, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch!
To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"  

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
so up to the house-top the courses 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 dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
and he looked 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 on 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 laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
and I laughed 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 filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

He sprang 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!"

~ Clement Clarke Moore

Santa's Christmas Prayer

The sleigh was packed,
the reindeer were fed,
But Santa still knelt
by the side of the bed.

"Dear Father," he prayed
"Be with me tonight.
There's much work to do
and my schedule is tight.

I must jump in my sleigh
and streak through the sky,
Knowing full well
that a reindeer can't fly.

I will visit each household
before the first light,
I'll cover the world
and all in one night.

With sleighbells a-ringing,
I'll land on each roof,
Amid the soft clatter
of each little hoof.

To get in the house
is the difficult part,
So I'll slide down the chimney
of each little heart.

My sack will hold toys
to grant all their wishes.
The supply will be endless
like the loaves and the fishes.

I will fill all the stockings
and not leave a track.
I'll eat every cookie
that's left for my snack.

I can do all these things Lord,
only through You,
I just need your blessing,
then it's easy to do.

All this is to honor
the birth of the One,
That was sent to redeem us,
Your most Holy Son.

So to all of my friends,
lest Your glory I rob,
Please Lord, remind them,
who gave me this job."

~ Warren D. Jennings

 

 

Santa Won't Tell

'Tis the week before Christmas and every night
As soon as the children are snuggled up tight
And have sleepily murmured their wishes and prayers,
Such fun as goen on in the parlor downstairs!

For father, big brother, and grandfather too,
Start in with great vigour their youth to renew.
The grown-ups are having great fun - all is well;
And they play till it's long past their hour for bed.

They try to solve puzzles and each one enjoys
The magical thrill of mechanical toys,
Even mother must play with a doll that can talk,
And if you assist it, it's able to walk.

It's really no matter if paint may be scratched,
Or a cogwheel, a nut, or a bolt gets detached;
The grown-ups are having great fun - all is well;
The children don't know it, and Santa won't tell.

Christmas is Here!

A good time is coming
I wish it were here,
The very best time in the whole year;
I am counting each day
On my fingers and thumbs
The weeks that must pass before
Santa Claus comes...

Who's Coming...

Who is coming on Christmas night
With a red, red coat and hair all white
Eyes that sparkle like a starry night
I know don't you?

Who has a sack all filled with toys
With wonderful gifts for girls and boys
With a magical sleigh that makes no noise
I know don't you?

Santa

Two merry blue eyes
A very little nose
A long snowy beard
And cheeks like a rose
A round chubby man
A big bulging pack
Hurrah for Old Santa
We're glad he's come back!

Secret Santa Ideas

Spread the festive spirit by being a secret Santa this holiday season. The fun is in making sure the receiver does not find out who gave them the gift. Include a creative poem with the gift to add to the surprise.

Secret Santa - Money

Following a tradition started by Larry Stewart of Kansas, if you wish to give away money this Christmas as a "secret santa", here's a poem you can include with your gift:-

Enclosed is special money that you are blessed to have this day
Because it’s not for you to keep, but instead, to give away. …
Be thankful today for all you have as you humbly complete this deed
For there will come a time in life when you, too, will be in need

Larry's story of generosity to those in needs is random acts of kindness
and generosity to those in need around you this Christmas -
over the years Larry has given away thousands of dollars.   Find out more

Secret Santa - Gift

This is a gift especially for you,
I'm your Secret Santa, I bet you can't guess who.
Accept this gift with a smile on your face,
And expect another one soon in it's place.
Spread holiday cheer to family and friends,
Because the joy of Christmas never ends.

'Twas the first day of giving
and all through the place
Not a person was lurking
not even a trace!
So I tiptoed my way to your
desk down the hall,
And dropped off this gift,
Gosh! I'm having a ball!

In through the door I flew like a flash
set down your gift, I hope it's a smash!
Then with a twinkle and gleam in my eye
I quickly disappeared before you could spy.
I can't let you see me I have to be quick.
You don't know my name
'cause I'm your secret St.Nick!



Your secret Santa
Your secret pal
A festive, friendly guy or gal
Looks forward to
Some holiday fun
With lighthearted presents
Before the season is done
Watch for gifts in this location
Before we leave
For Christmas vacation

and for those of you that have absolutely everything you need...

Dear Santa

I already have everything I
could possibly wish for this year.
Got my family, good friends and LOVE.
Please take care of those who need you.
Thank you! xx

The Four Stages of Life

  1. You believe in Santa Claus
  2. You don't believe in Santa Claus
  3. You are Santa Claus
  4. You look like Santa Claus

Letter To Santa Claus

Dear Santa,
All I want for Christmas
is a fat bank account
and a skinny body.
Please don't mix it up again
like you did last year!

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