Christmas Love Poems

All I Want For Christmas

it's not cheap

It is very expensive after all

It can't be found in a store

or even a mall

it is something that comes

from inside all of us all

it can’t be wrapped

in a box

or tied in a bow

it is something

that we all can show

I know every year

I say the same thing

but Santa can’t bring me

what I need

though money is not needed

but it is expensive indeed

the joy, happiness, and love

is all that I need

every day to me feels like Christmas

because we hold each other so dear

this is also something

we show all year

I have only one wish

and that is to spend time

with the ones who love me

and my family

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12 Days of Christmas

The first day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
A partridge in a pear tree
The second day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
Two turtle doves, and
A partridge in a pear tree.
The third day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves, and
A partridge in a pear tree.
The fourth day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
Four colly birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves, and
A partridge in a pear tree.
The fifth day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
Five gold rings,
Four colly birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves, and
A partridge in a pear tree
The sixth day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
Six geese a-laying,
Five gold rings,
Four colly birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves, and
A partridge in a pear tree
The seventh day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
Seven swans a-swimming
Six geese a-laying,
Five gold rings,
Four colly birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves, and
A partridge in a pear tree
The eighth day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five gold rings,
Four colly birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves, and
A partridge in a pear tree.
On the ninth day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
Nine drummers drumming,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five gold rings,
Four colly birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves, and
A partridge in a pear tree.
The tenth day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
Ten pipers piping,
Nine drummers drumming,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five gold rings,
Four colly birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves, and
A partridge in a pear tree.
The eleventh day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
Eleven ladies dancing,
Ten pipers piping,
Nine drummers drumming,
Eight maids a-milking
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five gold rings,
Four colly birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves, and
A partridge in a pear tree.

The twelfth day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
Twelve lords a-leaping,
Eleven ladies dancing,
Ten pipers piping,
Nine drummers drumming,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five gold rings,
Four colly birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves, and
A partridge in a pear tree.

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Christmas is a Time For Love

Christmas is a time for Love;
a time for Joy and Peace;
A time to trim the Christmas Tree
and a time to stuff the geese.
It's a time when we can come together,
however far or near;
To shed a little hope into a world of sorrow and fear.

Yet Christmas could be all year 'round,
if only we would try
To gently wipe an old man's brow
or soothe a baby's cry.
If we could smile throughout the year
as we do on Christmas Day;
Just think what happiness
we'd shed along life's weary way.

To give a gift of Hope to one
who otherwise has none;
To be a Friend to somebody
whom everyone else has shun.
To be Forgiving of our faults,
and of our sisters and our brothers;
To Live in Peace and Harmony
with ourselves and with each other.

Ah, don't you see that Christmas is
more than opening up the gifts;
It's more than singing Christmas Carols
and rolling in big snow drifts.
It's a feeling that can stay
with you throughout each day, all year;
And all it takes is a loving heart.....
and a sensitive little tear....

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Context

Christmas again.
Yet this is the time to feel and
Remorse about the love we lost:
This is my loss of Love
in context to the relation of
your loveliness underneath the mistletoe.
Yet even if poured into the ‘special glasses’
The sherry in your hand somehow
never seems to taste quite so sweet.
And even with your warmth
The fireplace still weeps tears
of over dramatic imagery.
Its sooty voice screams the name
of loneliness gripped
in a frantic search for presents
In Santa’s coal dusted stocking

And as I reminisce at days to become the past
Like the silver bubals that glisten in future fairy lights;
All I want this year is to put up
my decorations upon my fake and fibre-optic tree,
And just pray I’ve been a good boy -
Show compassion to the
context of love towards obnoxious family.
Have I been a good boy?
Hoping that Santa will eventually,
climb down my dark and dusty chimney

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On Christmas...I Will...

On Christmas Eve,
I was with you,
eager to wake in bliss,
to dream of memories,
wakeful lingerings of joy,
unspoiled by fears,
thankful of each moment shared amid our cold December.
On Christmas morning,
I will wake with you,
set to breathe you in,
as I kiss you awake,
and from that union,
a melding of lips,
where emotions exhale the scent of our first Christmas,
a memory born.
On Christmas day,
I will wait with you,
for the passion to return
from the unwilling absence
of a sorrowed longing,
a desire for the intangible,
attempts failed,
and another year passing,
in hopes to spy,
the glimmer of belief in the innocence of a child.
On Christmas night,
I will find you,
unburdened by that which was,
heavy laden with tears,
for another loss,
uncontrollably foregone,
now in the hands of memories,
gasping to breathe it back,
but being stretched too thin to recall,
and I will still love you.
On Christmas day,
I will surrender,
exhale to inhale your warmth,
but I'll be competing,
intent upon your affections,
delaying our moment,
until the day has past,
and this holiday becomes
another wakeful day
of you and I,
together embracing another tomorrow.
On Christmas morning,
I will remember,
the remnants of a genteel smile,
while silently basking
in the light of your soul,
reaching out,
hand upon your cheek,
whispering your name
into the dim under glow of rapture,
while I lay weary,
a tempered solace to comfort you.
On Christmas eve,
I watched you,
pondering your pain,
taking your sorrow unto my burdens,
paralyzed from the unforeseen,
muted by needful emotions,
praying upon the whim
that the next day would not be,
and yet, it is inevitable.
On Christmas morning,
I will be your shoulder
to rest upon in your dreary state,
to recover you from the drowsiness of sorrow.
On Christmas day,
I will be your strength,
to relinquish your thoughts of pain,
and live in the moment.
On Christmas night,
I will remind you,
to keep love in your heart,
and know that next year,
I will be the vessel of your dreams,
carrying the seeds of Christmas joy,
preparing to whisk you on your way
to the memories your soul is fed from.
Belabor not,
any false shortcomings,
for this is not of your making.
Being with you
is joy enough to be a lasting memory,
and for that, I am blessed.

Sonia D. DavisNext Christmas,
I will send you,
to that place of intangible joy,
to that freedom,
all the while,
loving you,
from the center of our lives
to wherever that Christmas wind blows you.

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