Christmas is a welcomed celebration that comes in the middle of winter. Poets bring out the spirit of Christmas in this curated collection of famous Christmas poems.
- "A Visit from St. Nicholas" by Clement Clarke Moore
This poem is sometimes known as 'Twas the night before Christmas" because of the famous first line. The poem begins:
"'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;"
- "Tomten" by Viktor Rydberg
Tomten is a classic Swedish Christmas poem. The translated poem contains the lines:
"The pale white moon is a wanderer,
snow gleams white on pine and fir,
snow gleams white on the roofs.
Only tomten is awake."
- "Christmas Bells" by Henry Wadsworth Longfello
Longfellow's poem contains the lines,
"And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song"
- "The Oxen" by Thomas Hardy
Hardy's poem contains the lines:
"So fair a fancy few would weave
In these years! Yet, I feel,
If someone said on Christmas Eve,
“Come; see the oxen kneel,"
- "Christmas in the Heart" by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Dunbar's poem contains the lines:
"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!”"
- "A Christmas Carol" by Christina Rossetti
Rossetti's poem begins with the description of a tough winter:
"In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,"
- "A Christmas Carol" by George Wither
Wither's poem begins:
"So now is come our joyful feast,
Let every man be jolly;
Each room with ivy leaves is dressed,"
- " The Christmas Of 1888" by John Greenleaf Whittier
Whittier's Christmas poem contains the lines:
"And sunset fair as they;
A sweet reminder of His holiest time,
A summer-miracle in our winter clime,"
- "On the Morning of Christ's Nativity" by John Milton
Milton's poem begins:
"This is the Month, and this the happy morn
Wherein the Son of Heav'ns eternal King,
Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born,"
- "Christmas Trees" by Robert Frost
Frost's poem contains the lines:
"He asked if I would sell my Christmas trees;
My woods—the young fir balsams like a place
Where houses all are churches and have spires.
I hadn’t thought of them as Christmas trees."