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[/fusion[/fusion_title][fusion_text]We read Santa Claus poems to the children in the weeks and days leading up to Christmas.
Santa Claus will soon be here. It’s time to sing and cheer! Hold your grandchildren near and read these Santa Claus poems to those you call Dear.
Santa Claus is Coming!
Santa Claus is coming! It is definitely the best time of the year for our family, second being our summer vacation together. We have three nights of Christmas celebrations together: pre-Christmas Eve, Christmas Eve, and Christmas. The adults are almost as excited as the children.
As they age, the children have always asked about Santa Claus. My response is that everyone has their own beliefs about many things. Some believe the same, and others don’t. Everyone is allowed to believe in what they choose. Just because your friends don’t believe the same as you do about Santa Claus, it doesn’t mean that Santa Claus does not exist.
7 Santa Claus Poems
Santa Claus Poems #1
When Santa Claus Comes
A good time is coming, I wish it were here,
The very best time in the whole of the year;
I’m counting each day on my fingers and thumbs —
the weeks that must pass before Santa Claus comes.
Then when the first snowflakes begin to come down,
And the wind whistles sharp and the branches are brown,
I’ll not mind the cold, though my fingers it numbs,
For it brings the time nearer when Santa Claus comes.
Santa Claus Poems #2
He comes in the night! He comes in the night!
He softly, silently comes;
While the little brown heads on the pillows so white
Are dreaming of bugles and drums.
He cuts through the snow like a ship through the foam,
While the white flakes around him whirl;
Who tells him I know not, but he finds the home
Of each good little boy and girl.
His sleigh it is long, and deep, and wide;
It will carry a host of things,
While dozens of drums hang over the side,
With the sticks sticking under the strings.
And yet not the sound of a drum is heard,
Not a bugle blast is blown,
As he mounts to the chimney-top like a bird,
And drops to the hearth like a stone.
The little red stockings he silently fills,
Till the stockings will hold no more;
The bright little sleds for the great snow hills
Are quickly set down on the floor.
Then Santa Claus mounts to the roof like a bird,
And glides to his seat in the sleigh;
Not a sound of a bugle or drum is heard
As he noiselessly gallops away.
He rides to the East, and he rides to the West,
Of his goodies he touches not one;
He eats the crumbs of the Christmas feast
When the dear little folks are done.
Old Santa Claus does all that he can;
This beautiful mission is his;
Then, children be good to the little old man,
When you find who the little man is.
Santa Claus Poems #3
Santa’s Sleigh (Christmas Alliteration Poem)
An original Santa Claus poem by Nana (Barbara R Johnson)
- Santa (#13)
- Santa’s Lap (#17)
- Santa’s Prayer on Christmas Eve (#25)
- The Boy Who Laughed at Santa Claus (#27)
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