Does anybody have a favorite Christmas poem?

Answer 1

I have a new favorite this year!!!!

Here it is:

An Overdue Visit

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the nation
Friends of Freedom knew it was a special occasion.
Lady Liberty stood taller just off the shore
Her torch shining brighter than a few weeks before

But it wasn't the flame that turned her cheeks rosy
It was thoughts of Snowe, Feingold and Nancy Pelosi
And leaders from every side of the aisle
Who would soon bring the Bill of Rights back into style.

The Amendments had all hurried out of their beds -
Which was no easy task, they were nearly in shreds -
And they rushed to the window on papery feet
As a jolly old man flew right over their street.

"Could it be!?" they inquired as the roof shook and trembled
And they crept toward the mantle, peaceably assembled,
Just as someone emerged from the chimney with flair
In a shiny red coat, with a shock of white hair

And a top hat, and pants all in red, white and blue -
"Wait a minute," the Amendments exclaimed, "Who are you?"
"Don't be frightened my children," he said, "it's no scam.
"You can't have forgotten your old Uncle Sam!"

"Holy crap!" said Free Speech. "Stop right there!" yelled Bear Arms
And Privacy cried "Who shut off the alarms?!"
The Fifth remained silent, but Uncle Sam said
"Be of good cheer, because Freedom's not dead."

The Amendments were cautious. "It's just been so long
"We've seen Liberty lost, we've seen so much go wrong.
"The President's trying to mangle and warp us,
"The Fourth is in tatters, so's Habeas Corpus!"

The old man sat down - he had had quite a ride -
But he smiled as he told them, “The Law's on our side,
"'Cause the nation's fed up and more people are crying
"For Justice and an end to illegal spying,

"And secret abductions by the CIA,
"And laws that would take women's choices away,
"And Gitmo tribunals and secret detention,
"And other intrusions too numerous to mention - "

"Not so fast," said a grinchity voice from above
And Don Rumsfeld pushed past the Fourteenth with a shove.
He was snarling and scowling; he looked kind of scary.
(It seemed that HIS Christmas would not be so merry).

The Amendments said they weren't happy to see him:
"You tried to throw all of us in the museum!
"You've done so much the Constitution forbids!"
"And I would have gone on, but for you meddling kids!"

Uncle Sam told him "Rummy, your plans just won't do,
"So we've got a brand new timetable for you!"
And as Rumsfeld retired and crept our of sight
The Amendments cried out "Have a good secret flight!"

From the distance they heard him reply with a snort.
"Bye-bye, Rummy!" they answered, "we'll see you in court!"
Uncle Sam rode the chimney up out of the room
And, like Frosty, he said "I'll be back again soon."

But they heard him exclaim "Oh, and just one more thing!
"This year, when the holiday bells start to ring,
"Try to honor religion. Honest faith can't be wrong.
"It's America, can't we all just get along?

"So, on Christian," he cried, "Muslim, Hindu, and Jew!
"On Quaker! On Shaker! And Atheist too!
"On Buddhist! On Taoist! And to show we're not chickens
"We'll file a few lawsuits defending the Wiccans!

"Your belief is your right, so get out there and savor it.
"Uncle Sam's not a preacher, and he doesn't play favorites!"
So this holiday season, whatever you do,
Warmest wishes for Freedom, from the ACLU.

Answer 2

Christmas Trees - Robert Frost

Answer 3

Santa's Evil Twin by Dean Koontz

Answer 4

You sound super romantic. I love your reasons I love you jar idea. It would be adorable if you got her a picnic basket and blanket and then took her on a picnic at night with candles and such. Make her a cd and play it for some background ambience. You will be able to exchange gifts and then just enjoy a lovely evening with each other under the stars. Best of luck!

Answer 5

yes,
it´s turkey lurkey time
Tom turkey ran away but he just came home
it´s turkey lurkey time
he´s really home to stay
never one to roam
let´s make a wish
and may all our wishes come true
a snowy blowy Christmas
a mistletoey Christmas
a turkey lurkey Christmas to you
turkey turkey lurkey lurkey
soem for uncle joe
some for cousin Lucy
everybody gather round the table
dig in dinner´s been served
eat all the turkey you are able
i can see a partridge on a pear tree
come on and bringing down for me
that is something i would like to see
paraparapapaparaparapapapapapa

Answer 6

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Everyone was drunk as a louse.
No one was sober, not even a .....

Sorry, I gotta stop there. Yahoo! will delete me if I continue, but you get the picture.

Answer 7

'Twas the Night Before Christmas

Answer 8

True story:
A Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan wrote this poem. Christmas season is here, and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities.
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Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house made of plaster & stone.
I had come down the chimney with presents to give
And to see just who in this home did live.

I looked all about a strange sight I did see,
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.

With medals and badges, awards of all kind
A sober thought came through my mind.
For this house was different, so dark and dreary,
I knew I had found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly.

I heard stories about them; I had to see more
So I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.
And there he lay sleeping silent alone,
Curled up on the floor in his one bedroom home.

His face so gentle, his room in such disorder,
Not how I pictured a United States soldier.
Was this the hero of whom I’d just read?
Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?

His head was clean shaven, his weathered face tan;
I soon understood this was more than a man.
For I realized the families that I saw that night
Owed their lives to these men who were willing to fight.

Soon ‘round the world, the children would play,
And grownups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year,
Because of soldiers like this one lying here.

I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone
On a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home.
Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees and started to cry.

The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice,
"Santa don’t cry, this life is my choice;
I fight for freedom, I don’t ask for more,
my life is my God, my country, my Corps."

With that he rolled over and drifted off into sleep,
I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep.
I watched him for hours, so silent and still,
I noticed he shivered from the cold night’s chill.

So I took off my jacket, the one made of red,
And I covered this Soldier from his toes to his head.
And I put on his T-shirt of gray and black,
With an eagle and an Army patch embroidered on back.

And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride,
And for a shining moment, I was United States Army deep inside.
I didn’t want to leave him on that cold dark night,
This guardian of honor so willing to fight.

Then the soldier rolled over, whispered with a voice so clean and pure,
"Carry on Santa, it’s Christmas Day, all is secure."
One look at my watch, and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night!

Answer 9

"Mommy, who brings Santa presents?"
(it was his hundredth question of the day)
His little face gazed up solemnly;
She was at a loss for words to say.

She hugged him tight and smoothed his blanket
and thought of Santa and all that flying
’round a world caught up in tragedy,
a world at risk – so many dying.

Yet this unselfish five year old
with Christmas starlight in his eyes
had to think and wonder who
would give Santa his own surprise.

Then carefully she chose her words
so he would understand
how the scope of Santa’s trip
’cross each and every land.

"Your Daddy and men like him, son,
give Santa gifts this night
each time he leaves the North Pole,
they help him plan his flight."

"They tell him when it’s safe to fly
so he’ll come to no harm
from our Okinawan high rise
to the smallest German farm.”

“In camouflage they guard him
from every dune to each oasis –
in deserts torn apart by war,
bringing gifts to hiding places.”

“Helicopters are his mountain escort,
protecting him at such a price!
So Afghani boys and girls like you
Will have candy, toys and even rice.”

“When he flies over seas and oceans
ships and carriers light his way
while submarines listen in on sonar –
none will let him go astray.”

“Men like Daddy guard the White House too,
as they watch our flag fly free,
then map out a route past the “No Fly Zone”
towards Grandma’s in Albany.”

“He whispers his thanks to those standing guard
in Arlington, this dark lonely eve;
bows his head in respect for those who have died,
asking comfort for those who grieve.”

”He’ll stop off quick at Quantico,
and Parris Island too,
they’ll refill his pack with toys there,
for kids not as lucky as you.”

At Camp Pendleton he’ll land the sleigh –
For the reindeer need to rest
And even Santa needs to eat and drink
(they’ve left cookies and milk in the mess.)”

“So you see sweetheart, he does get gifts
all through our Christmas Eve night.
He’s safe, he’s guided, protected and loved
Throughout his worldwide flight.”

”Men like Daddy give him the same gifts
they bestow on the world each day.
All gifts can’t be wrapped up in ribbons and bows,
can you see what I’m trying to say?”

and we can stay calm and serene.
He belongs to the world, but especially us –
You see, Santa was once a Marine.”

Answer 10

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house...

Answer 11

"My First Christmas In Heaven", but my grandmother just passed away so it just seemed to fit this year.