Christmas Poems

"My One True Christmas Wish"
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The gift I ask for this Christmas,
Is'nt one that comes packaged in a bow...
I ask for a gift from the heart,
One I trully desire and will never outgrow...

May I see this gift in all bright Christmas decorations and such,
May I recieve this gift with every gesture of kindness and touch...
May the beauty and wonder of all creation below and above,
Cause us all to give more freely in the timeless gift called Love...

May we allow all the peace and goodwill of this season,
to grow and proliferate upon the earth...
And may we remember the reason we celebrate,
Is for the gift of Divine birth...

And may we not forget yet always remember,
To keep our hearts open with Kindness,
from next January through December...

Aloha and Mele' Kalikimaka (Merry Christmas)
Merry Michael AngelOh...

"All I Want for Christmas"
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I don't want a lot for Christmas
There's just one thing I need
I don't care much about presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas... is you...

I don't need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won't make me happy
With a toy on Christmas day
I just want you for for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas... is you...

I don't need to hang my stocking
I won't ask for much this Christmas
I won't even wish for snow
I'm just gonna keep on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe...

I won't make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
I won't even stay awake to
Hear those magic reindeer click
Cause I just want you here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
What more can I do
Baby all I want for Christmas is you...

All the lights are shining
So brightly everywhere
And the sound of children's
Laughter fills the air
And everyone is singing...

I hear those sleigh bells ringing
Santa won't you bring me
the one I really need
Won't you please bring my baby to me
Oh, I don't want a lot for Christmas
This is all I'm asking for
I just want to see my baby
Standing right outside my door...

Oh I just want her for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby all I want for Christmas is You...


"Twas the Night before Christmas"
"Twas the Night before Christmas" (aka) "A Visit from St. Nicholas"
written by Clement Clarke Moore (1779 - 1863) poem written in 1822
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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.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her �kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter�s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name..!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen..!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen..!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall..!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all..!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry..!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry..!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly..!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself..!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose..!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, �ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night..!"
Christmas Stories

"What... No Santa Clause..?"
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I remember my first Christmas party with Grandma. I was just a kid. I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus," she jeered. "Even dummies know that!" My grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her world-famous cinnamon buns. Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything. She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus!" she snorted. "Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumour has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad. Now, put on your coat, and let's go" "Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second cinnamon bun...

"Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle in those days. "Take this money and buy something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car." Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's. I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping. For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for...

I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends,my neighbours, the kids at school, the people who went to my church. I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobbie Decker. He was a kid with messy hair and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class. Bobbie Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out for recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobbie Decker didn't have a cough, and he didn't have a coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobbie Decker a coat. I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm, and he would like that. "Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. "Yes," I replied shyly. "It's ... for Bobbie." The nice lady smiled at me. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag and wished me a Merry Christmas...

That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat in Christmas paper and ribbons, and write, "To Bobbie, From Santa Claus" on it. Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to Bobbie Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially one of Santa's helpers. Grandma parked down the street from Bobbie's house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going." I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his doorbell and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma. Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobbie. Forty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my grandma, in Bobbie Decker's bushes...

That night, I realised that those awful rumours about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were: ridiculous. Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team.
Have a Wonderful Festive Season..!
May the peace and joy of Christmas remain with you all throughout the New Year..!


"The True Meaning of Christmas"
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"Now this is how Jesus the Messiah was born. His mother, Mary, was engaged to be married to Joseph. But while she was still a virgin, she became pregnant by the Holy Spirit..."
~Mathew 1:18
And she will have a son, and you are to name him Jesus, for he will save his people from their sins..."
~Mathew 1:19
Joseph, her fianc�, being a just man, decided to break the engagement quietly, so as not to disgrace her publicly. As he considered this, he fell asleep, and an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream. "Joseph, son of David," the angel said, "do not be afraid to go ahead with your marriage to Mary. For the child within her has been conceived by the Holy Spirit..."
~Mathew 1:21

"All of this happened to fulfill the Lord's message through his prophet. Look! The virgin will conceive a child! She will give birth to a son, and he will be called Immanuel (meaning, God is with us)... When Joseph woke up, he did what the angel of the Lord commanded. He brought Mary home to be his wife, but she remained a virgin until her son was born. And Joseph named him Jesus..."
~Mathew 1:22
Jesus was born in the town of Bethlehem in Judea, during the reign of King Herod. About that time some wise men from eastern lands arrived in Jerusalem, asking, "Where is the newborn king of the Jews? We have seen his star as it arose, and we have come to worship him..." Herod was deeply disturbed by their question, as was all of Jerusalem. He called a meeting of the leading priests and teachers of religious law. "Where did the prophets say the Messiah would be born?" he asked them. "In Bethlehem," they said, "for this is what the prophet wrote: 'O Bethlehem of Judah, you are not just a lowly village in Judah, for a ruler will come from you who will be the shepherd for my people Israel...'"

Then Herod sent a private message to the wise men, asking them to come see him. At this meeting he learned the exact time when they first saw the star. Then he told them, "Go to Bethlehem and search carefully for the child. And when you find him, come back and tell me so that I can go and worship him, too..!" After this interview the wise men went their way. Once again the star appeared to them, guiding them to Bethlehem. It went ahead of them and stopped over the place where the child was. When they saw the star, they were filled with joy..! They entered the house where the child and his mother, Mary, were, and they fell down before him and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasure chests and gave him gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh..."
~Mathew 2:1
"Blessed are... those who mourn, for they will be comforted. the meek, for they will inherit the earth. Those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled. the merciful, for they will be shown mercy. the pure in heart, for they will see God. the peacemakers, for they will be called sons of God. those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven..."
~Mathew 5:4-11


"The Story of Christmas"
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So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child.

While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night.

An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger..."

Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests." When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "Let's go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about." So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger...


"Christmas Quotations"
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I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year
~Charles Dickens
Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time
~Laura Ingalls Wilder
Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful
~Norman Vincent Peale
He who has not Christmas in his heart will never find it under a tree
~Roy L. Smith
The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree, the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other
~Burton Hillis
Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days; that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, that can transport the sailor and the traveller, thousands of miles away, back to his own fire-side and his quiet home..!
~Charles Dickens
Christmas, children, is not a date. It is a state of mind
~Mary Ellen Chase
I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys
~Charles Dickens
Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart
~Washington Irving
It is Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air
~W.T. Ellis
May Peace be your gift at Christmas and your blessing all year through..!
~Norman Vincent Peale
Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love..!
~Hamilton Wright Mabie
Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen
~Author unknown

"Christmas Prayer for Peace"
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Lord May I Be an Instrument of thy Peace...
Where there is hatred, May I Be Loving...
Where there is injury, May I bring Healing...
Where there is doubt, May I be Faithful...
And where there is darkness, May I bring Lightness...
Divine Creator, through unselfish Love,
May I choose to bring Compassion...
May I choose to bring Understanding...
May I choose to show Unconditional Love...
Above all, may I choose to see your Divinity,
within all Others and within Myself...
May I Surrender, to the ultimate power of you're Divine Love...
Knowing that this truly is the Path to Enduring Freedom...
and Everlasting Life... Amen...
based on the "Prayer of St Francis"
transliterated by: Michael AngelOh
Aloha and "Mele Kalikimaka" Merry Christmas

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