Christmas is almost here and with the most wonderful time of year comes memorable and heart-warming moments. Family and friends gather together for dinner table conversations, to tell the stories of their ancestors, of how their family came to be and of course remembering Christmases past. With family and friends assembling to tell personal stories each year, you may have exhausted all the good ones are looking for some new material. Lucky for you, everyone loves a good story or poem around Christmas time. With traditional poems like “’Twas the night before Christmas” and enlightening child friendly tales like “The Littlest Christmas Tree,” this year’s Christmas table talk will be the best yet. Check out these Christmas poems and be sure to share one or all with your festive family and friends this year.
The Littlest Christmas Tree
The littlest Christmas tree lived in a meadow of green, among a family, of tall evergreens. He learned how to whisper, the evergreen song, with the slightest of wind that came gently along. He watched as the birds, made a home out of twigs, and couldn't wait till, he too was big. For all of the trees, offered a home, the maple, the pine, and the oak, who's so strong. "I hate being little," the little tree said, "I can't even turn colors, like the maple turns red, I can't help the animals, like the mighty old oak, he shelters them all, in his wide mighty cloak". The older tree said, "Why little tree you don't know? The story of a mighty king, from the land with no snow?" Little tree questioned, "A land with no snow?" "Yes!" said old tree, "A very old story, from so long ago." "A star appeared, giving great light, over a manger, on long winters night. A baby was born; a king of all kings, and with him comes love, over all things. He lived in a country, all covered in sand, and laid down his life, to save all of man.” Little tree thought of the gift given by him, then the big tree said with the happiest grin, “We’re not just trees, but a reminder of that day, there's a much bigger part, of a role that we play!" "For on Christmas Eve, my life I'll lay down, in exchange for a happier, loving ground. And as I stand dying, they'll adorn me in trim, this all will be done, in memory of him". "Among a warm fire, with family and friends, in the sweet songs of Christmas, I'll find my great end, then ever so gently, he'll come down to see, and take me to heaven, Jesus and me. So you see little tree, we are not like the oak, who shelters all things, beneath his great cloak. Nor are we like the maple in fall, whose colors leave many, standing in awe. The gift that we give is ourselves, limb for limb, the greatest of honor, in memory of him.” The little tree bowed, his head down and cried, and thought of the king, who willingly died. For what kind of gift, can anyone give? Then to lay down your life, when you wanted to live. A swelling of pride came over the tree, can all of this happen? Because of just me? Can I really bring honor? By adorning a home? By reminding mankind, that he's never alone? With this thought, little tree, began singing with glee, Happy and proud, to be a true Christmas tree. You can still hear them singing, even the smallest in height, singing of Christmas, and that one holy night.
'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 mamma 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 my 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 a lustre of midday to objects below, When what to my wondering eyes did appear, But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer, With a little old driver so lively and quick, I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers 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, Donder and Blixen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the housetop 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 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 pedler 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!”
Mama's Christmas Miracle
Mama told me a story a long long time ago not like any that I'd ever heard, all about a little girl mama used to know, how I remember every word. Seems like a lifetime ago, though I remember it so well, it was a Christmas eve I'll never forget as far as I can tell. We were sitting at the kitchen table, it was only my mother and me, I was dreaming of Christmas morning and all the presents under the tree. Dad wasn't doing that well and money was scarce that year, Mama found a way of telling me without me shedding one tear. She told me a story of a little girl and a Christmas long ago, who came from far away, a place where it rarely snowed. Santa was just a dream to her, but she believed so much inside, that Christmas was going to be special, so she knelt by her bed and she cried. "Lord let Santa remember me if not just this one time, I promise I won't ask for much, maybe a dolly I can call all mine." She closed her prayer and thanked the Lord for all that she received, she knew that Santa would really come if only she believed. She wrote a letter to Santa unfamiliar to most girls and boys, Though her list was long and full, on it there were no toys. Only things we take for granted, like new shoes or underpants, hair bows for her sisters and gloves to warm her brother's hands. At the bottom of her list she asked if it not be to much, for a brand new baby doll she could hold and love and touch. Then Christmas morning came and she looked beneath her tree, Not a present to be found as far as she could see. She didn't give up hope as she heard a knocking sound, When she opened up her door a great big box she found. She called out to her mother and dad, brothers and sisters too, She said "my prayers were answered, there's something in here for all of you." Her daddy got brand new boots, her mother new underpants, her sisters got beautiful hair bows, her brothers warm gloves for their hands. Buried deep beneath the box was a brand new baby doll and a note that said Merry Christmas I love you one and all. I'll never forget that story because much to my surprise, I saw the true meaning of Christmas shining in my mother's eyes. For those of you who are wondering, as if you didn't know, The little girl in Mama's story was my mother long ago.
Christmas Now And Then
Well it is December and Christmas is almost here, another happy Christmas for family and good cheer. There will be tables loaded with turkeys, hams and sweets; we know there will be more than we could ever eat. There will be a big tree shining so bright with beautiful decorations and pretty shiny lights under that tree there will be present galore. So many you would wonder how there could be anything left in the store. Christmas now is really so much fun but gosh there is just too much for everyone, my thoughts go back to a cold Christmas long ago to a family not blessed with riches and gold. Our little tree was kind of skimpy, with some ribbons and a few shiny balls but to us it stood magnificent, the greatest of them all under that tree was a present for Raye, a present for Sister and a present for me and we could hardly wait as we would open them with glee. There was not a lot of fancy food on that table, times were kind of tough but we were all happy and for us it was enough. We were so thankful as we thanked the Lord above, we knew what we had was paid for with Daddy's hard work and Mamas love. I'm thankful that we now have so much and our blessings are many and it is good to live in this great land of plenty. But I would gladly give every material thing that I own to have one more Christmas with Mama and Daddy and my two sisters at home.
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