Best Christmas Tree Poems

We ventured out into the woods one day
Trying to find the perfect Christmas tree
A beautiful fir all will want to come and see
Planning to cut it and carry it on an old sleigh

We walked for miles, until we were ready to quit
We finally found the...

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The Birch tree said, I want to be a Christmas tree
The Balsam Fir tree said, you can’t be, you’re a Birch
The Birch tree said, I am white as snow, yes I can
The Maple tree said, find a purpose, I make syrup
The Oak tree said in...

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**Oh, Christmas Tree**


                         Honor

                 ...

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As I gaze upon my Christmas tree with the ornaments, glitter, tinsel and snow, I see the many presents scattered around. The shiny star on top catches my eye and I cant help but to think of Joseph and a very pregnant Mary travelling thru...

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Oh sanguine

lost hopes

and 

dreams

each ornament renews

kisses, laughter, loved ones remembered
each ornament renews
victories, struggles, from bounty to barren
each ornament renews
cradle to grave, sweet memories rush back
each ornament renews
strength to survive, with loved ones near
each ornament renews

oh sanguine

fresh hopes

and

dreams

each ornament renewed 


james marshall goff...

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“Not many fake things are so nice for me, but I sure love an artificial tree.” quote by poem's author

We had to ditch last year our Christmas tree.
Worn out it was! We needed something new.
Big after-Christmas sales we went to see,
and huge discounts were more...

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*
I
am
Christmas
in a fir tree,
I was born wild,
in a boreal forest.
And I never imagined,
that I would end up lit up,
my branches holding decorations.
I was about strength and about courage,
a river flowed past me since I was a young.
Now, I am tranquility and serenity in my...

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Christmas Tree

Little bits of silver tinsel,
Velvet ribbons and shiny globes,
Strings of stars borrowed from the heavens
Next to angels with golden hair;
Flying sleighs and drummer boys,
Sweet candy canes and satin bows
Hang from boughs of fir or pine
Where elfin dolls and teddy bears
Survey surroundings from their boughs
With...

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Jesus is the Divine Reason for Glorious Christmas Season

I wondered.. What’s Christmas tree for?
What does a Tree have to do with Christmas anyways?
Why should we have a Christmas tree?
I don't have a tree-I mean really-what’s point?
I mean- yes-Trees are Beautiful
(yes-Tree for Santa-put presents under for...

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She fell from the top of the Christmas tree
Bumped her head and said ‘oh deary me’
With pine needles sticking in various places
The Christmas tree fairy pulled funny faces

Jan Allison
5th December 2014
Not for Contest...

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Oh Christmas tree
Oh Christmas tree
Oh no I’m singing to a Christmas tree

Rum eggnog in me
Rum eggnog in me
Oh no I’m singing to the Christmas tree

Oh Christmas tree
Oh Christmas tree
Much pleasure thou can give me

Oh mistletoe 
Oh mistletoe 
I’hve a Christmas tree I want to show

Oh...

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I’m so nervous, it’s that time again
     Gotta get ready, go out there and shine, shine, shine!
And I don’t have much say over WHAT I’ll look like,
     The most I can do is drop a bead here...

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It was nothing but a tiny Blue Spruce,
                 lil’ Blue never grew to be tall enough for Eve-
Each branch withered, each blade loose, 
     ...

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First Christmas without you, my dearest, my love
Cruelly taken too soon on the wings of a dove

How can I rejoice when my heart broke in two
Those memories still vivid of my last days with you

No holly, no ivy are decking the hall
No Christmas cards; no...

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There was a plantation of fir trees
for some unknown reason, most of them
were three to four years old but one,
it was only in its first year of growth.

When Christmas drew near, the loggers came
and started to cut down some of the oldest.
The little fir asked...

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