Two Beautiful Christmas Poems to Make Your Day Merry and Bright

If you’re anything like us, you’re eating Christmas cookies like it’s a well-paying job and dancing in the kitchen to ‘Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree’ and ‘Jingle Bell Rock’ this week. Amid all the revelry, it can be nice to take a quiet moment to reflect on the season.

These two poems are equal parts celebration and peaceful meditation on what makes this time of year so meaningful to so many.

From our house to yours, we wish you the happiest of holidays filled with warmth, hope, peace… and yes, cookies and dancing.

[little tree] by e.e. cummings

• little tree
• little silent Christmas tree
• you are so little

• you are more like a flower

• who found you in the green forest
• and were you very sorry to come away?
• see —— i will comfort you

• because you smell so sweetly

• i will kiss your cool bark
• and hug you safe and tight
• just as your mother would,

• only don’t be afraid

• look —— the spangles
• that sleep all the year in a dark box
• dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,

• the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,

• put up your little arms
• and i’ll give them all to you to hold
• every finger shall have its ring

• and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy

• then when you’re quite dressed
• you’ll stand in the window for everyone to see
• and how they’ll stare!

• oh but you’ll be very proud

• and my little sister and i will take hands
• and looking up at our beautiful tree
• we’ll dance and sing
• ‘Noel Noel’

Winter Time by Robert Louis Stevenson

• Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
• A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
• Blinks but an hour or two; and then,

• A blood-red orange, sets again.

• Before the stars have left the skies,
• At morning in the dark I rise;
• And shivering in my nakedness,

• By the cold candle, bathe and dress.

• Close by the jolly fire I sit
• To warm my frozen bones a bit;
• Or with a reindeer-sled, explore

• The colder countries round the door.

• When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
• Me in my comforter and cap;
• The cold wind burns my face, and blows

• Its frosty pepper up my nose.

• Black are my steps on silver sod;
• Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
• And tree and house, and hill and lake,
• Are frosted like a wedding-cake.

May your holidays be merry and bright.

Top image courtesy of Debby Hudson/Unsplash.