The first of the funny Christmas poems is Believe, a poem about how we all tend to lose our innocence (and beliefs) too soon. I hope that this poem is eye-opening as well as humorous.
Believe
Unless you’re under three years old
Chances are that you’ve been told
That Santa is a cartoon guy
That doesn’t grab the deer and fly.
He doesn’t tour the world with toys.
That it’s all bunk, a lot of noise.
This makes me wish that I was three,
With all my thoughts and wishes free.
We grow up fast at such a cost
With all our hopes and wishes lost.
So when it’s time for Christmas Eve
Go back in time and just
Believe.
Poem by Denise Rodgers
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The second of the funny Christmas poems is Christmas Snow. I've lived my whole life in Michigan, where we have a very good shot at a white Christmas. This obviously isn't the case everywhere, but it does set a standard of sorts. Please enjoy!
Christmas Snow
There's one thing you have to know;
At Christmas time, it has to snow.
The ground must fill with fluffy white
To soften up the cold, dark night.
It helps out Santa, that white snow,
Reflecting off the moonlight glow.
It makes us feel so snug instead,
When we’re inside our soft, warm bed.
Although this image is so true
And makes much sense to me and you,
We have to pause and say, “Ahem –
There’s rarely snow in Bethlehem.”
If this thought sets you aback,
Don’t let it take you off your track.
For when you spy a shining star,
It’s Christmas time right where you are.
Poem and Art by Denise Rodgers
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The third funny poem is Christmas Day. This poem celebrates Christmas Day, when all the work is done, and it's time for a big sigh and a fresh cup of coffee for Mom and Dad.
Christmas Day
There’s something special in the house.
It happens Christmas Day.
The toys are out,
The coffee’s on.
It’s time for rest
Or play.
All the Christmas running’s done.
The gifts were bought,
The battles won.
The goose was cooked
And eaten up.
The coffee’s hot
Inside Dad's cup.
The miracle of life appears
To bless our family
Every year.
And so I give my wish to you
To bless your happy family too!
Merry Christmas!
Poem by Denise Rodgers
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The last featured poem is December Twenty-Sixth. It is all about the frantic state of December for so many people, moms and dads in particular.
December Twenty-Sixth
Mom didn't start our shopping
Till December twenty-first.
We haven’t baked a cookie yet;
Our tree this year’s the worst.
Dad's gonna buy some Christmas cards
And get them out today.
There’s just no time for Christmas
All our tasks get in the way.
The decoration bin is cracked.
The tinsel is all dusty.
I'm wiping dust off with a rag;
It's smelling kind of musty.
We do love Christmas every year,
Although my feeling’s mixed.
(I think we're looking forward to
December twenty-sixth.)
Poem by Denise Rodgers
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