The Night Before Christmas Poem | Christmas Eve Poems

One of the oldest and most popular Christmas Poems ever, commonly referred to as “Twas The Night Before Christmas Poem,” was written in the early 19th century. This Christmas poem is a Christmas message that celebrates the magic of Christmas. At Christmas Eve there is a family feast and every family member is invited and it is necessary for every family member to show its presence. Christmas is a Holiday that brings out the joy in most people. There are special prayers on Churches on this day. Here in this section. we’ve compiled beautiful Christmas Eve Poems, Short Christmas Wishes Poems for friends & family to wish 25th December Xmas eve. Merry Christmas to all of you  🙂

The Night Before Christmas Poem | Beautiful Christmas Eve Poems for Wishes Messages to Dear Ones.

Merry Christmas Eve

 

1) Small Christmas Eve Poem

Merry Christmas Eve
I wish for you good friends
I wish for you good food
I wish for you a warm fire to keep you warm
I wish you stay free from harm
I wish for you the love of family
I wish for you the surprise of presents you enjoy
I wish that your heart is filled with joy
I wish for you many great poems to write
I wish for you, many great poems to read, like you have given to me

~Ann M Johnson

 

2) Twas The Night Before Christmas Poem

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

~Major Henry Livingston Jr.

 

3) Christmas Eve Poetry

CHRISTMAS hath darkness
Brighter than the blazing noon,
Christmas hath a chillness
Warmer than the heat of June,
Christmas hath a beauty
Lovelier than the world can show:
For Christmas bringeth Jesus,
Brought for us so low.
Earth, strike up your music,
Birds that sing and bells that ring;
Heaven hath answering music
For all Angels soon to sing:
Earth, put on your whitest
Bridal robe of spotless snow:
For Christmas bringeth Jesus,
Brought for us so low.

~Christina Rossetti

 

4) Twas The Night Befor Poem

Twas the night before Christmas and poor Clement Moore
Had his poem being copied by many a bore
His “Night Before Christmas” is perfect in rhyme
His rhythm and cadence are wonderfully fine.

But then come the wise guys, with Internet cool
Who use Clement’s rhyme as sort of a tool
They pick up the style from this poem of “that night”
And they hitch up their sled to whatever’s their gripe.

Now I’m not even saying that there’s something not right
By using Moore’s poem to carry a fight.
I guess my complaint is not in their chore
But the number of times they steal from Clem Moore.

So I say to you all as I close down this gripe
“Merry Christmas to All, and to All a Good Night!”

~L. Daniel Quinn

 

5) Short Merry Christmas Eve Poem

Christmas Eve is in the air
smells like pine and i can hear
the reading of the lords prayer
though, no snow is upon the ground
it feels so joyous all around
with the scent of sugar cookies
and Winter Breaks game of Hooky
the presents lay under the tree
and the mistle toe hangs above you and me
love wraps us in a warm blanket
as the New Year approches in days, i can taste it
Tonight I shall hardly sleep
with the jidders of a childs feelings of Christmas Eve
the tiny belief of Santa Claus still dwindles
as the though of a fluffy man in a red suit kindles
as he will plop down my chimney with a bag
filled with hope and present swag
oh dear i can hardly wait
for the great Christmas that i anticipate

~Michaela Ginter

 

 

 

6) Twas The Night Before Christmas

On a cozy winter’s night, when all are asleep,
Four-legged furry ‘children’ sleep by the tree in a heap,
Snuggled down deeply in soft Dig & Burrow beds,
Sweet dreams of Chuckit! Ultra Sling soar through their heads,
Within the house a great thump is heard from above,
Each of the puppies bound from their beds, giving their old toys a shove,
Their Glow in the Dark Collars provide a bright light,
To unveil the magical man who’s arrived so late in the night,
Bounding to the hearth with wagging tails they all went,
Excited to see what new toys they’ve been sent,
It’s the season for merriment and gift giving to all,
Even their lists have been checked twice for a bright Maxglow Ball,
The room overflows with gifts, all anew,
There’s even a JW Hol-ee Bone in a beautiful blue,
As they’re given a treat and a scratch behind the ear,
They wag their tails knowing they’ve been good this year,
Back to their beds with their new toys snuggled tight,
Merry Christmas, from Petmate, and to all a good night.

~Anonymous

 

7) Christmas Eve Poem in English

Oh, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul,
The evening shades are falling,—
Hush thee, my dear, dost thou not hear
The voice of the Master calling?

Deep lies the snow upon the earth,
But all the sky is ringing
With joyous song, and all night long
The stars shall dance, with singing.

Oh, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul,
And close thine eyes in dreaming,
And angels fair shall lead thee where
The singing stars are beaming.

A shepherd calls his little lambs,
And he longeth to caress them;
He bids them rest upon his breast,
That his tender love may bless them.

So, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul,
Whilst evening shades are falling,
And above the song of the heavenly throng
Thou shalt hear the Master calling.

~Eugene Field (1850-1895)

 

8) Beautiful Poem on Christmas Eve

Alone — with one fair star for company,
The lovliest star among the hosts of night,
While the grey tide ebbs with the ebbing light —
I peace along the darkening wintry sea.
Now round the yule log and the glittering tree
Twinkling with festive tapers, eyes as bright
Sparkle with Christmas joys and young delight,
As each one gathers to his family.

But I — a waif on earth where’er I roam —
Uprooted with life’s bleeding hopes and fears
From that one heart that was my heart’s sole home,
Feel the old pang pierce through the severing years,
And as I think upon the years to come
That fair star trembles through my falling tears.

~Mathilde Blind (1841-1896)

 

9) Cold December Eve Poem

There’s a lot I haven’t said,
This cold December eve
There’s a lot that you don’t know,
This cold December Eve
There’s a lot of things I wish I hadn’t done,
This cold December Eve

There’s a lot I want to tell you,
This cold December eve
There’s a lot of things I wish you knew,
This cold December eve
There’s a lot I still must do,
On this cold Christmas Eve

But you’re the only one that I’ll hold close,
On this cold Christmas Eve

So Merry Christmas my love,
On this cold December Eve

The Night Before Christmas Poems

~Gretchen Rodriguez

 

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