By Terrance Hayes
The rain falling on a night in mid-December, I pull to my father’s engine wondering how long I’ll remember...
Explore Poems: Christmas
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- By Timothy TocherSanta needs new reindeer. The first bunch has grown old. Dasher has arthritis; Comet hates the cold....
- By Robert W. ServiceThere are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales...
- By Clement Clarke Moore'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a...
- By Thomas HardyChristmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.“Now they are all on their knees,”An elder said as we sat in ...
- By Kenn NesbittA BB gun. A model plane. A basketball. A ’lectric train. A bicycle. A cowboy hat. A comic book. A baseball...
- By Kenn NesbittOur substitute is strange because he looks a lot like Santa Claus. In fact, the moment he walked in ...
- By Joseph BrodskyIn the cold season, in a locality accustomed to heat more than to cold, to horizontality more than to...
- By Joseph BrodskyWhen it’s Christmas we’re all of us magi. At the grocers’ all slipping and pushing. Where a tin of halvah...
- By Robert FrostThe city had withdrawn into itselfAnd left at last the country to the country;When between whirls of...
- By Susan Elizabeth HoweOminous inscrutable Chinese news to get just before Christmas, considering my reasonable health, marriage...
- By John MiltonThis is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heav'n's eternal King, Of wedded Maid...
- By AnonymousThe first day of Christmas, My true love sent to me A partridge in a pear tree. The second day of Christmas...
- By John Mason NealeGood King Wenceslas look’d out, On the Feast of Stephen; When the snow lay round about, Deep, and crisp...
- By Sara TeasdaleThe kings they came from out the south, All dressed in ermine fine; They bore Him gold and chrysoprase...
- By Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThree Kings came riding from far away, Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar; Three Wise Men out of the East...
- By Alfred, Lord TennysonRing out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the ...
- By George Starbuck* O fury- bedecked! O glitter-torn! Let the wild wind erect bonbonbonanzas; junipers affect frostyfreeze...
- By Gjertrud SchnackenbergBethlehem in Germany, Glitter on the sloping roofs, Breadcrumbs on the windowsills, Candles in the Christmas...