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Christmas Poems and Songs

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I know so many secrets
Such secrets full of fun;
But if you hear my secrets,
Please don't tell anyone.
Here are some lights that twinkle,
Here is an ornament.
Here is a great big present
From Grandpa it was sent.
And on the very tip-tip top,
An angel you can see,
What is the secret? Can't you tell?
Why, it's a Christmas tree!


An article of clothing
This month I'll want to use,
But not where you'd imagine,
Down inside my shoes!
Oh, no! It's more important!
It won't be used in walking!
For Santa Claus will fill it,
It's my Christmas ____________.

Santa Claus, Santa Claus, You are Much Too Fat!
(sing to the tune of "Jingle Bells")

I heard a reindeer hoof, then Santa dressed in red,
came crashing thro' the roof and landed on my bed.
I thought it was a dream, but quickly did I wake,
as soon as I heard Santa scream, "I want a piece of cake!"

Oh, Santa Claus, Santa Claus, you are much too fat;
I was sleeping peacefully but not my bed is flat. Oh!
Santa Claus, Santa Claus, how much do you weigh?
I'm glad I'm not a reindeer that has to pull your sleigh!

He got up off the floor and said, "How do you do?"
I said, "My back is sore, my head is black and blue."
"So sorry!" he replied, and then he asked my name.
He offered me a ride, I said, "No, thank you just the same!"


I heard a "ho, ho, ho," the sleigh was in the sky.
but it was moving slow and wasn't very high.
It wobbled in the air, I hoped it wouldn't fall;
Said Santa, chewing cookies, "Merry Christmas, one and all!"


Cherish His Christmas

Christmas brings such a time of love
Each tender heart holds so much of

Unselfishness thrives, trust is strong
The purpose to give, send love along

A time of pleasantries, patience too
Good wishes to all, all feelings true

Thankfulness follows each fine deed
Gifts from our God, never from greed

Great the rewards that joy does bring
Like the beauty in hearing angels sing

We pray for our loved, each so dear
Especially those who can’t be near

Many leave home to bravely serve
All freedoms we have, they preserve

Do pray for our troops, as we should
And their families too, if you would

Give thanks to our Lord, His only Son
And cherish His Christmas, everyone

~2004 Roger J. Robicheau

The Christmas Present

I heard a knock on my door one Christmas Eve;
as I looked out my window, a man I could see;
he was cold and seemed so lonely and upon a bended knee.
He asked, "Can you spare anything for me to eat . . . ?"
I opened up the door and as I helped him in,
he looked up at me with such a peaceful grin.
As he drank down some coffee and had a bite to eat,
I put more wood on the fire so he could warm his feet. . . .
Over there by the fireplace he warmed his tired hands.
I wonder where did he come from, this quiet, white haired man?
But I wasn't at all afraid of his peaceful ways, you see,
this man dressed in poor, almost as poor as me. . . .
As he left, he turned and thanked me for all I had done,
but he forgot to take his gloves, so out the door I run.
He was gone in the blizzard and I couldn't hardly see,
so I took his ole gloves back to the house with me. . . .
Just a little after midnight, I awoke in the dark;
there wasn't a bit of fire, just glowing cinders-a little spark,
and where I'd placed his gloves by my little Christmas tree,
there laid a brand new pair, and a Christmas Card for me.
And it read. . . .
You gave me shelter and food to keep me warm;
you even tried to bring me my old gloves in the storm,
so here's you a new pair,. . . the finest ever seen . . .
As an angel of the Lord,
I'll be sure to tell the King. . . .
Merry Christmas . . .

~Billy M. Smallwood~
The children lay in bed this special night
Holding their breath with eyes closed tight

~Submitted by J. Lineker~