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Christmas Poems: Santa!

The document contains 5 Christmas poems about winter themes: 1. The first poem is about a child wondering if Santa will come on a stormy winter day and receiving presents. 2. The second poem describes the beauty and magic of snow. 3. The third poem expresses the sadness and bleakness of winter through imagery of bare trees and dark skies. 4. The fourth poem depicts an eerily haunted winter town at night. 5. The fifth and final poem personifies a snowflake as fragile yet glittering, describing its beauty in the night sky before it melts with the coming of spring.

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Christmas Poems: Santa!

The document contains 5 Christmas poems about winter themes: 1. The first poem is about a child wondering if Santa will come on a stormy winter day and receiving presents. 2. The second poem describes the beauty and magic of snow. 3. The third poem expresses the sadness and bleakness of winter through imagery of bare trees and dark skies. 4. The fourth poem depicts an eerily haunted winter town at night. 5. The fifth and final poem personifies a snowflake as fragile yet glittering, describing its beauty in the night sky before it melts with the coming of spring.

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Christmas Poems

1. SANTA!
On a stormy and dark winter day,
Outside my window the blizzard still s
pray
And wrapped up and in bed I myself la
y,
Sneezing and wheezing, or whatever you
say.
Wondering about Santa, even up to this
day,
I gave a sigh, of sadness and dismay,
As I imagined him flying o’er my hous
e, on his sleigh.
“I’ve never got gifts, or do they re
quire pay?”
I swear I’ve saw Santa just past me,
on his very own way.
Then there’re two loud knocks, and quickly I
pray,
Presents piled into the door, but soon crashed
down away
As in walked the Santa, with his winter hat
astray!
2. SNOW
The ice that glittered in whiteness,
The magic that seeped through winter.
The pure white coldness that flowed beneath
me,
The colour of snow curls in the breaking sea.

3. Winter Sadne
ss
In the coldness of winter,
A song did flow,
Up the mountain and deep in the snow.
It’s pitch was high yet it’s sounded
sad and slow,
The song of ice, frost and woe.

Into the forest covered with frost,


Into the woods were icicles was the ho
st,
There were only trees, no leaves nor l
ife,
With bare branches like claws which sc
ratch the sky.

The sky was dark,


The clouds were gloom,
And who knows if it was day or night?
All I am sure, wasn’t about the darkn
ess,
Wasn’t about the light,
But that sorrow;
That heavy, thick, sorrow of winter.

4. HAUNTED WINTER TOWN


In the deepness of a winter night,
So black and so dark,
With some moonlight and some haze,
With the stillness forever stuck.

Often, there was a shadow seen,


From the buildings where warmth had on
ce been,
But now, only left deserted roads,
With the mist of sorrow fully load.

That town, people say,


Is haunted and was nothing but lifeles
s clay,
With ghosts lurking, spirits floating,
Around every corner and alleyway.

As the moonlight were cast on roads,


The sliver bounced off dusty mold,
That filled the lost and abandoned tow
n,
Eternally lain down.
5. SNOWFLAKE
As the waves crashed,
When the days dwenkened,
A song of the mountain sings,
About the snowflake of winter.

It’s a snowflake so fragile,


A snowflake so glittery,
A flake of frost and ice,
Swirling in the wintry wind.

It is lighter than air,


It is prettier than snow,
When the moon rose into the night,
It became the crystal of glorious tomm
orrow.

When the sun loomed the earth,


When the moonlight spilled the sky,
The snowflake would always be there,
The star of the night.

But one day it’ll be gone,


Melting into the warm light,
Into the coming of Spring
Emitting its final bright!

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