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\"Christmas<\/a>
Christmas poems for a merry atmosphere<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Christmas poems for a magic holiday atmosphere, to enlighten and warm up your festive time by English-culture.com blog and Carl William Brown. Merry Christmas!
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Christmas tries to renew our hope, reminding us of what is dearest to our hearts, but the season also awakens our childhood memories and therefore Christmas has the poetic power of enphasizing in our mind the spiritual memories of what is drammaticaly already passed away, of what is tragigally lost for ever and will never come back again. That’s why its atmosphere is a mixture of joy and sadness, and that’s why is very useful to remember this Latin quote, in tristitia hilaris, in hilaritate tristis.<\/span>
\nCarl William Brown<\/span><\/p>\n

Let Every Day Be Christmas<\/span><\/p>\n

Christmas is forever, not for just one day,<\/span>
\n for loving, sharing, giving, are not to put away<\/span>
\n like bells and lights and tinsel, in some box upon a shelf.<\/span>
\n The good you do for others is good you do yourself.<\/span><\/p>\n

Peace on Earth, good will to men,<\/span>
\n kind thoughts and words of cheer,<\/span>
\n are things we should use often<\/span>
\n and not just once a year.<\/span><\/p>\n

Remember too the Christ-child, grew up to be a man;<\/span>
\n to hide him in a cradle, is not our dear Lord’s plan.<\/span>
\n So keep the Christmas spirit, share it with others far and near,<\/span>
\n from week to week and month to month, throughout the entire year!<\/span><\/p>\n

Norman Wesley Brooks<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Merry<\/a>Where are the children who haven\u2019t got their Christmas tree<\/span>
\n with silver snow, fairy lights<\/span>
\n and chocolate fruits?<\/span>
\n Hurry up, hurry up, gathering,<\/span>
\n We go in Chritmas trees land,<\/span>
\n I know where it is.<\/span><\/p>\n

Gianni Rodari<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Merry<\/a>Whose heart doth hold the Christmas glow<\/span>
\n Hath little need of Mistletoe;<\/span>
\n Who bears a smiling grace of mien<\/span>
\n Need waste no time on wreaths of green;<\/span>
\n Whose lips have words of comfort spread<\/span>
\n Needs not the holly – berries red –<\/span>
\n His very presence scatters wide<\/span>
\n The spirit of the Christmastide.<\/span><\/p>\n

John Kendrick Bangs<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Merry<\/a>Christ climbed down<\/span>
\n from His bare Tree<\/span>
\n this year<\/span>
\n and ran away to where<\/span>
\n there were no rootless Christmas trees<\/span>
\n hung with candycanes and breakable stars<\/span>
\n Christ climbed down<\/span>
\n from His bare Tree<\/span>
\n this year<\/span>
\n and ran away to where<\/span>
\n there were no gilded Christmas trees<\/span>
\n and no tinsel Christmas trees<\/span>
\n and no tinfoil Christmas trees<\/span>
\n and no pink plastic Christmas trees<\/span>
\n and no gold Christmas trees<\/span>
\n and no black Christmas trees<\/span>
\n and no powderblue Christmas trees<\/span>
\n hung with electric candles<\/span>
\n and encircled by tin electric trains<\/span>
\n and clever cornball relatives<\/span><\/p>\n

Lawrence Ferlinghetti<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Merry<\/a>It was the calm and silent night!<\/span>
\n Seven hundred years and fifty-three<\/span>
\n Had Rome been growing up to might<\/span>
\n And now was queen of land and sea.<\/span>
\n No sound was heard of clashing wars,<\/span>
\n Peace brooded o’er the hushed domain;<\/span>
\n Apollo, Pallas, Jove and Mars,<\/span>
\n Held undisturbed their ancient reign,<\/span>
\n In the solemn midnight,<\/span>
\n Centuries ago.<\/span><\/p>\n

Alfred Domett<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Merry<\/a><\/span>It is the Christmas time:<\/span>
\nAnd up and down ‘twixt heaven and earth,<\/span>
\nIn glorious grief and solemn mirth,<\/span>
\nThe shining angels climb.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dinah Maria Mulock<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Merry<\/a><\/span>I love the Christmas-tide, and yet,<\/span>
\nI notice this, each year I live;<\/span>
\nI always like the gifts I get,<\/span>
\nBut how I love the gifts I give!<\/span><\/p>\n

Carolyn Wells<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Merry<\/a><\/span>‘Tis blessed to bestow, and yet,<\/span>
\nCould we bestow the gifts we get,<\/span>
\nAnd keep the ones we give away,<\/span>
\nHow happy were our Christmas day!<\/span><\/p>\n

Carolyn Wells<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Merry<\/a><\/span>The earth has grown old with its burden of care,<\/span>
\nBut at Christmas it is always young;<\/span>
\nThe heart of the jewel burns lustrous and fair,<\/span>
\nAnd its soul, full of music, breaks forth on the air<\/span>
\nWhen the song of the angels is sung.<\/span>
\nIt is coming, Old Earth, it is coming tonight!<\/span>
\nOn the snowflakes which cover thy sod<\/span>
\nThe feet of the Christ-child fall gentle and white,<\/span>
\nAnd the voice of the Christ-child tells out with delight<\/span>
\nThat mankind are the children of God.<\/span><\/p>\n

Phillips Brooks<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Merry<\/a>Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,<\/span>
\nArrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields,<\/span>
\nSeems nowhere to alight: the whited air<\/span>
\nHides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,<\/span>
\nAnd veils the farmhouse at the garden’s end.<\/span>
\nThe sled and traveller stopped, the courier’s feet<\/span>
\nDelayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit<\/span>
\nAround the radiant fireplace, enclosed<\/span>
\nIn a tumultuous privacy of storm.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ralph Waldo Emerson<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Merry<\/a>Let Christmas not become a thing<\/span>
\nMerely of merchant’s trafficking,<\/span>
\nOf tinsel, bell and holly wreath<\/span>
\nAnd surface pleasure, but beneath<\/span>
\nThe childish glamour, let us find<\/span>
\nNourishment for soul and mind.<\/span>
\nLet us follow kinder ways<\/span>
\nThrough our teeming human maze,<\/span>
\nAnd help the age of peace to come<\/span>
\nFrom a Dreamer’s martyrdom.<\/span><\/p>\n

Madeline Morse<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Merry<\/a><\/span>Christmas Holidays<\/span><\/p>\n

Along the Woodford road there comes a noise<\/span>
\nOf wheels, and Mr. Rounding’s neat post-chaise<\/span>
\nStruggles along, drawn by a pair of bays,<\/span>
\nWith Reverend Mr. Crow and six small boys,<\/span>
\nWho ever and anon declare their joys<\/span>
\nWith trumping horns and juvenile huzzas,<\/span>
\nAt going home to spend their Christmas days,<\/span>
\nAnd changing learning’s pains for pleasure’s toys.<\/span>
\nSix weeks elapse, and down the Woodford way<\/span>
\nA heavy coach drags six more heavy souls,<\/span>
\nBut no glad urchins shout, no trumpets bray,<\/span>
\nThe carriage makes a halt, the gate-bell tolls,<\/span>
\nAnd little boys walk in as dull and mum<\/span>
\nAs six new scholars to the Deaf and Dumb!<\/span><\/p>\n

Thomas Hood<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Merry<\/a>A White Christmas<\/span><\/p>\n

‘Twas the night before christmas.<\/span>
\nWith a blanket of white.<\/span>
\nThat covered the earth all through the night.<\/span>
\nThe trees sparkled like diamonds.<\/span>
\nWith a glitter so bright.<\/span>
\nThat each little twinkle made its own christmas light.<\/span>
\nA hope and a prayer a white christmas would be.<\/span>
\nAwaiting the dawn so all could see.<\/span>
\nThe beauty and joy a white christmas does bring.<\/span>
\nTo the holiday season as carolers sing.<\/span>
\nFor twas the night before Christmas.<\/span>
\nGod answered your prayer.<\/span>
\nWith a blanket of white.<\/span>
\nPlaced with God’s loving care.”<\/span><\/p>\n

Carla Jean Laglia Esely<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Christmas<\/a>
Christmas poetical decorated atmosphere<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

\"Merry<\/a>Christmas At The Orphanage<\/span><\/p>\n

But if they’d give us toys and twice the stuff most<\/span>
\nparents splurge on the average kid, orphans, I submit, need more than enough;<\/span>
\nin fact, stacks wrapped with our names nearly hid<\/span>
\nthe tree: these sparkling allotments yearly<\/span>
\nguaranteed a lack of – what? – family? –<\/span><\/p>\n

I knew exactly what it was I missed as we were lined up number rank and file:<\/span>
\nto share my pals’ tearing open their piles<\/span>
\nmeant sealing the self, the child that wanted<\/span>
\nto scream at all You stole those gifts from me;<\/span>
\nwhose birthday is worth such words? The wish-lists<\/span>
\nthey’d made us write out in May lay granted<\/span>
\nagainst starred branches. I said I’m sorry.<\/span><\/p>\n

Bill Knott<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Merry<\/a>Christmas Past<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh happy days, the snow fell over-night,<\/span>
\nwe have a white Christmas in our sight.<\/span>
\nOnly a few more days and nights,<\/span>
\nChristmas will shine bright of white.<\/span><\/p>\n

Remember those beautiful Christmas Eves,<\/span>
\nwhen we gathered round our colorful trees.<\/span>
\nRemember when we caroled down the street,<\/span>
\nsang Christmas songs oh so sweet.<\/span><\/p>\n

Memories are precious let\u2019s not forget,<\/span>
\ndon\u2019t do anything you might regret.<\/span>
\nChristmas is the time of year to share,<\/span>
\nto treasure family far and near.<\/span><\/p>\n

This Christmas with the lights shining bright,<\/span>
\nreflecting God\u2019s blanket of white.<\/span>
\nSing sweet songs in memory,<\/span>
\npast Christmas\u2019s history.<\/span><\/p>\n

Melvina Germain<\/span><\/p>\n

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