Family Christmas Poems

Christmas is a perfect time for family re-unions. When your parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and other acquaintances get busy in the preparations for Christmas, why not convey your warm and heartfelt wishes to them through lovely family Christmas poems? Well, it is indeed a great idea! We are quiet sure that after reading the family Christmas poems listed in this article, you will make it a point to collect a couple of Christmas poems for family them and dedicate them to your family members on this Christmas. So what are you waiting for? Just read on and dedicate these nicest family Christmas poems to your family!

My Thanksgiving Poem By Takia Hamilton
Thanksgiving is only three days away
I'm going out of town on this very special day.
I will visit the other side of family and eat.
Dressing and really good turkey meat.
I will have a good time and Eat, Eat, Eat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Eating is not the only thing I'm thankful for.
I'm thankful for family and so very, very much more.
I'm thankful for the life God gave me.
I'm thankful for the chance to go to school.
To run and play in the sun to be a kid and have fun.
I'm thankful for so very much more.
I'm thankful for the roof over my head.
Sometimes all kids should stop and say,' I love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To their mom's grandparents, and siblings just so they'll know you are thankful
for them and you love them so.
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'Twas The Night Before Jesus Came
Written by Dianne Frances Donenfeld in 1988.

'Twas the night before Jesus came
And all through the house
Not a creature was praying, not one in the house.
Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care,
In hopes that Jesus would not come there.

The children were dressing to crawl into bed,
not once ever kneeling or bowing a head.
And Mom in her rocker with baby on her lap,
Was watching The Late Show while I took a nap.

When out of the East there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!

When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.
With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray,
I knew in a moment that this must be The Day.
The light of His face made me cover my head;
It was Jesus! Returning just like he said.
And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth,
I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.

In the Book of Life which He held in His hand
Was written the name of every saved man.
He spoke not a word as He searched for my name,
When He said 'It's not here' my head hung in shame.

The people whose names had been written with love
He gathered to take to His Father above.
With those who were ready He rose without a sound
While all the rest were left standing around.

I fell to my knees, but it was too late;
I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate.
I stood and cried as they rose out of sight;
Oh, if only I had been ready tonight.

In the words of this poem the meaning is clear;
The coming of Jesus is drawing near.
There's only one life and when comes the last call,
We'll find that the Bible was true after all!
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When He Died By TrueBlu9

Lights are flashing, people are dashing,
it's so cold out it would kill a snowman,
Cash register's ringing, Caroler's singing,
and a man digs through a trash can.

Everyone's shopping, nobody's stopping,
as he holds out the paper cup he's found,
With holiday cheer, filling the air,
he begs from his seat on the cold ground.

Music is playing, everyone's saying,
Merry Christmas and oh yes Happy New Year,
Yet all step around, the man on the ground,
pretending there's no one to see there.

Hungry and cold, broken and old,
With a beard and all dirty they think he's strange,
Their filled with detest, by his simple request,
can you please help me out with some spear change.

No one would dare, to venture near,
the old man with change to be given,
All stepped aside, as he walked with no pride,
to the alley with the box that he lives in.

On the way there, he happened hear,
these words from the mouth of a small child,
Look! Santa Claus!, which made him pause,
then he turned and he winked and he smiled.

His eyes twinkled bright, on that cold winters night,
when he climbed in his box from the storm,
As he laid down his head, on his newspaper bed,
the words of that child kept him warm.
And the very next day, when they brushed away,
the snow from the box where he lied,
They all thought it strange, he'd have cup fill of change,
and a smile on his face when he died.