Poems about Christmas include "Christmas Gifts", "How Many Seasons of Christmas", "Merry Christmas", "White Christmas" and "Feelings of Christmas".
1. "The Gift of Christmas" - Author: Lonely White Snow
The Christmas tree is full of bells and gifts. Let us wait quietly for the first snowflake to fall from the sky. .
The seven-color lights flashed into romantic glass slippers, which Cinderella would soon wear to attend the prince's feast.
Santa Claus is driving a sleigh borrowing a northern snow from distant Jerusalem at the speed of the wind.
Look how gracefully the cool snowflakes float on the beautiful antlers.
The gifts had already been put into the red stockings in front of the fireplace, but Santa Claus climbed out of the chimney and looked around.
Does anyone know where he parked his sled?
2. "How Many Seasons of Christmas" - Author: The Swaying Tree
It was the same last year, the street scene was still decorated with the smiles of lovers and my luggage.
On that Christmas Eve dotted with stars, no matter how long the journey is, we still have to reach the moment when the first snow falls.
The peaceful melody of the holy candle in the candlelight arrives as expected.
The taste that melts in your mouth is obviously as bitter as coffee but with a strong sweetness.
I was at a loss and my eyes were moved by the expanding colors in front of me. Is it a destiny of staying together or an unexpected encounter?
A little holy light spreads in the pupils.
The gentle dark red in front of me makes me feel the swaying heart of Christmas.
I fell into a sad and pure Christmas, only lacking the warmth of my heart.
3. "Merry Christmas" - Author: June in Memory
Christmas is here, do you still remember that night four years ago?
The story of the twenty-four coins is still as fresh as the apples on Christmas Eve.
In a short yet long time, the fourth Christmas has arrived in the blink of an eye.
After 1,460 nights, the protagonist is still you, but the supporting role has changed.
When I look back at the past like a little poem, I suddenly find that we are far, far away, far away.
Feng Chen’s memory blocked our communication, but it couldn’t peel away my lustful gaze.
The diary in my blog has become my only window to peek at you. In fact, I already knew that you were in love in the second year apart.
Perhaps no one but yourself will know that what you are filled with blessings is your own loss.
Christmas is here again, and I briefly left a blessing in your diary. You replied that I feel much calmer.
A simple sentence made me sad for a long time. It has always been my own thing.
I still can't let go of the memory that has faded away. Probably, I still lack courage.
Looking back at the footprints I left, I have actually gone very far, very far... Merry Christmas!
4. Author of "White Christmas": Solo Poem
Drag his tired body, walking in the black Christmas Eve, the lonely moonlight dimly illuminates a person's back.
On white Christmas, the moment the clock struck midnight, I fell asleep.
In the arms of your lover, it slowly melts and turns into a drop of water to moisten your eyes.
Look at the rotating merry-go-round, you are in the front, I am behind, there are two parallel lines, and he is in the middle.
White Christmas, maybe...
5. "Feelings of Christmas" - Author: Akiyama Yunfei
I once looked up deeply The sky hopes to rob a bright moonlight on this day every year.
There are snowflakes falling, a bright territory, and the laughter of children breaks the distance between every home.
The sparrows are jumping up and down the branches. I wonder which snowflake Chopin will break and fall to the ground to make a sound.
It will be reflected on someone’s warm window, moistening a warm emotion.
I once stubbornly believed that on this day every year, there would be a mysterious old man who secretly covered his beard with ashes on the chimney, and then quietly walked away and slipped into the cracks of history.
I wandered on the street, chewing handfuls of starlight, and poured a glass of cold grape wine in the interlaced red light.