Romantic Christmas Poems
- X mas reveals snowflakes are falling , beautifull music resounds , Christmas reveals , we celebrate our mutual love embracing the future with faith
- Love comes alive , the light in your soul brings harmony in my heart , our loves comes alive flourishing movements of joy my tender x mas wishes
- The path of my heart on christmas surely I will wrap my arms around you , begging you to stay with me , although my heart will follow you everywhere
- Your charming smile unlocks the door of my heart , your gentle touch opens the window of my soul filling me with Christmas bliss making distance disappear
- Christmas romance is looking at the xmas tree realizing the greatest gift is lying next to me love you my sweetheart
- X mas every day , Christmas is time to touch every heart with love and care since I met you , it feels like celebrating x mas all year long
X mas poems and sayings for soldiers
- Love makes bridges we long for the day to hold and see u again
Love makes soild bridges so distance and fear disappear
May god bless you on xmas
Genral xmas prayers
Let It Snow
The smell of the cedar tree decorated in the corner
Logs in the fireplace reflect a warm burning glow
Eggnog to drink, presents all wrapped under the tree
It would be a perfect Christmas, if God would let it snow
Christmas poem by John Betjeman
The bells of waiting Advent ring,
The Tortoise stove is lit again
And lamp-oil light across the night
Has caught the streaks of winter rain
In many a stained-glass window sheen
From Crimson Lake to Hooker’s Green.
The Tortoise stove is lit again
And lamp-oil light across the night
Has caught the streaks of winter rain
In many a stained-glass window sheen
From Crimson Lake to Hooker’s Green.
The holly in the windy hedge
And round the Manor House the yew
Will soon be stripped to deck the ledge,
The altar, font and arch and pew,
So that the villagers can say
“The church looks nice” on Christmas Day.
And round the Manor House the yew
Will soon be stripped to deck the ledge,
The altar, font and arch and pew,
So that the villagers can say
“The church looks nice” on Christmas Day.
Provincial public houses blaze
And Corporation tramcars clang,
On lighted tenements I gaze
Where paper decorations hang,
And bunting in the red Town Hall
Says “Merry Christmas to you all.”
And Corporation tramcars clang,
On lighted tenements I gaze
Where paper decorations hang,
And bunting in the red Town Hall
Says “Merry Christmas to you all.”
And London shops on Christmas Eve
Are strung with silver bells and flowers
As hurrying clerks the City leave
To pigeon-haunted classic towers,
And marbled clouds go scudding by
The many-steepled London sky.
Are strung with silver bells and flowers
As hurrying clerks the City leave
To pigeon-haunted classic towers,
And marbled clouds go scudding by
The many-steepled London sky.
And girls in slacks remember Dad,
And oafish lads remember Mum,
And sleepless children's hearts are glad,
And Christmas-morning bells say “Come!”
Even to shining ones who dwell
Safe in the Dorchester Hotel.
And oafish lads remember Mum,
And sleepless children's hearts are glad,
And Christmas-morning bells say “Come!”
Even to shining ones who dwell
Safe in the Dorchester Hotel.
And is it true? And is it true,
This most tremendous tale of all,
Seen in a stained-glass window's hue,
A Baby in an ox’s stall?
The Maker of the stars and sea
Become a Child on earth for me?
This most tremendous tale of all,
Seen in a stained-glass window's hue,
A Baby in an ox’s stall?
The Maker of the stars and sea
Become a Child on earth for me?
And is it true? For if it is,
No loving fingers tying strings
Around those tissued fripperies,
The sweet and silly Christmas things,
Bath salts and inexpensive scent
And hideous tie so kindly meant,
No loving fingers tying strings
Around those tissued fripperies,
The sweet and silly Christmas things,
Bath salts and inexpensive scent
And hideous tie so kindly meant,
No love that in a family dwells,
No carolling in frosty air,
Nor all the steeple-shaking bells
Can with this simple Truth compare -
That God was Man in Palestine
And lives to-day in Bread and Wine.
No carolling in frosty air,
Nor all the steeple-shaking bells
Can with this simple Truth compare -
That God was Man in Palestine
And lives to-day in Bread and Wine.
