Christmas lyrics and poems

Poems And Lyrics

The stockings are hung, the carols are being sung. My heart is filled with joy, along with every girl and boy. It's really hard to go to sleep, you want to go and take a peep. And, when you're finally in bed, visions of Santa dance in your head.
You wake up at eight, it's already late! You wake up your Mom and Dad, they are never as glad. Once you're all awake, you eat some coffee cake. You run down to the tree, you cannot believe what you see.
Your stockings are overflowing, everyone's face is glowing. You must open family presents first, you're so excited you just might burst. Then Santa's are the next to go, you tear off the wrapping and the bow. You rip them open one by one, seeing toy after toy, each filled with fun.
And after about an hour, your face begins to turn sour. There's nothing left under the tree, you have very little glee. But, then a car pulls in, with presents wrapped in tin. Your cousins are here, bearing more Christmas cheer.
There is then, many holiday greetings, more and more joyful meetings. The present opening order shifts, and you begin to open more gifts. And when the good-byes have been said, it's time to shower and make your bed.
Once everyone is out, there is no reason to pout. You pile into your car, you don't have to travel very far. You're off to another family meeting, you're welcomed with a warm greeting. You eat an excellent dinner, the fire is keeping you from the wind of winter. You open some more toys, with your cousins, girl and boys.
Once your thank-yous have been said, you are definitely ready for bed. You tell everyone good-night, and your heart becomes light. And while in bed, the day dances in your head. You thank the Lord for today, while you slowly drift away.

Christmas is a time for love and fun
Christmas is a time for love and fun, A time to reshape souls and roots and skies, A time to give your heart to everyone Freely, like a rich and lavish sun, Like a burning star to those whose lonely sighs Show need of such a time for love and fun.
For children first, whose pain is never done, Whose bright white fire of anguish never dies, It's time to give your heart to every one,
That not one angel fall, to hatred won For lack of ears to listen to her cries, Or arms to carry him towards love and fun,
Or friends to care what happens on the run To adult life, where joy or sadness lies. It's time to give your heart to everyone,
For God loves all, and turns His back on none, Good or twisted, ignorant or wise. Christmas is a time for love and fun, A time to give your heart to everyone.

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Santa Claus is coming
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 through the snow like a ship through the foam, While the white flakes around 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 a 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 mont to the roof like a bird, And glides to his seat in the sleigh; Not a 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 tht he can; This beautiful mission is his; Then, children be good to the little old man, When you find who the little man is.

Sitting under the mistletoe
Sitting under the mistletoe One last candle burning low, All the sleepy dancers gone, Just one candle burning on, Shadows lurking everywhere: Some one came, and kissed me there.
Tired I was; my head would go Nodding under the mistletoe No footsteps came, no voice, but only, Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely, Stooped in the still and shadowy air Lips unseen - and kissed me there

12 days of christmas
The first day of Christmas My true love sent to me A partridge in a pear tree
The second day of Christmas My true love sent to me Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree.
The third day of Christmas My true love sent to me Three French hens, Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree.
The fourth day of Christmas My true love sent to me Four colly birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree.
The fifth day of Christmas My true love sent to me Five gold rings, Four colly birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree
The sixth day of Christmas My true love sent to me Six geese a-laying, Five gold rings, Four colly birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree
The seventh day of Christmas My true love sent to me Seven swans a-swimming Six geese a-laying, Five gold rings, Four colly birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree
The eighth day of Christmas My true love sent to me Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five gold rings, Four colly birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree.
On the ninth day of Christmas My true love sent to me Nine drummers drumming, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five gold rings, Four colly birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree.
The tenth day of Christmas My true love sent to me Ten pipers piping, Nine drummers drumming, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five gold rings, Four colly birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree.
The eleventh day of Christmas My true love sent to me Eleven ladies dancing, Ten pipers piping, Nine drummers drumming, Eight maids a-milking Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five gold rings, Four colly birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree.
The twelfth day of Christmas My true love sent to me Twelve lords a-leaping, Eleven ladies dancing, Ten pipers piping, Nine drummers drumming, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five gold rings, Four colly birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree.

At Christmas Time
There's nothing like Christmas And woods deep in snow To make us remember The dear long ago.
Down life's weary highway, Years pass single file, But deep in us all Lives a bit of the child.
The same breathless wonder Floods over us when The gray skies lose snowflakes That dance in the wind.
Smoke curling from chimneys, A white windowpane, And dear thoughts return And old joys remain.
The tinkle of sleigh bells Across a still night, A warm, shadowed hearth Whose embers burn bright.
A colorful afghan Thrown over a chair, Green holly entwined Down the length of a stair.
The candlelit church And the golden bells tell Of chapters each heart Remembers so well.
Oh, there's nothing like Christmas And woods deep in snow To make us remember The dear long ago.

Christmas is a time for Love
Christmas is a time for Love; a time for Joy and Peace; A time to trim the Christmas Tree and a time to stuff the geese. It's a time when we can come together, however far or near; To shed a little hope into a world of sorrow and fear.
Yet Christmas could be all year 'round, if only we would try To gently wipe an old man's brow or soothe a baby's cry. If we could smile throughout the year as we do on Christmas Day; Just think what happiness we'd shed along life's weary way.
To give a gift of Hope to one who otherwise has none; To be a Friend to somebody whom everyone else has shun. To be Forgiving of our faults, and of our sisters and our brothers; To Live in Peace and Harmony with ourselves and with each other.
Ah, don't you see that Christmas is more than opening up the gifts; It's more than singing Christmas Carols and rolling in big snow drifts. It's a feeling that can stay with you throughout each day, all year; And all it takes is a loving heart.....and a sensitive little tear....