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The Christmas Tree by Charles Burleigh poem

Spring and Summer and russet Fall
Come and go with a varied cheer;
Each has something, and none has all,
Of the good things of the year.

Winter laughs, though the trees are bare,
With a kindly laugh that is good to see;
For of all the forest is none so rare
As his merry Christmas-tree.

It blooms with many a gift and game;
And hidden under the leaves of green
Are fruits of every shape and name,
The funniest ever seen,—

Book and bundle, and scarf, and shawl,
Picture and peanuts, skate and saw,
Candy and album, and bat and ball,
Hatchet, and doll, and taw,

Games and frames, and comical dames
With walnut faces wrinkled and old,
Fillets rare for the sunny hair,
And jewels of pearl and gold.

For the good St. Nicholas blest this tree,
And it blooms and bears for every one,
With a gift of love to you and me,
For beauty, or use, or fun.

Poorer than any the Child whose name
Has given a name to our Christmas-tree;
Yet kingly gifts to his cradle came,
And kingly gifts gave He.

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December by Dolly Radford Christmas poem

No gardener need go far to find
The Christmas rose,
The fairest of the flowers that mark
The sweet Year’s close:
Nor be in quest of places where
The hollies grow,
Nor seek for sacred trees that hold
The mistletoe.
All kindly tended gardens love
December days,
And spread their latest riches out
In winter’s praise.
But every gardener’s work this month
Must surely be
To choose a very beautiful
Big Christmas tree,
And see it through the open door
In triumph ride,
To reign a glorious reign within
At Christmas-tide.

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The Snow-Man by Mariann Douglas Christmas poem

Look! how the clouds are flying south!
The wind pipes loud and shrill!
And high above the white drifts stands
The snow-man on the hill.

Blow, wild wind from the icy north!
Here’s one who will not fear
To feel thy coldest touch, or shrink
Thy loudest blast to hear!
Proud triumph of the school-boy’s skill!
Far rather would I be
A winter giant, ruling o’er
A frosty realm, like thee,
And stand amidst the drifted snow,
Like thee, a thing apart,
Than be a man who walks with men,
But has a frozen heart!

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Christmas Song by Lydia Ward poem

Why do bells for Christmas ring?
Why do little children sing?

Once a lovely, shining star,
Seen by shepherds from afar,
Gently moved until its light
Made a manger-cradle bright.

There a darling baby lay
Pillowed soft upon the hay.
And his mother sang and smiled,
"This is Christ, the holy child."

So the bells for Christmas ring,
So the little children sing.