December (taken from Marcia’s Lessons Fall and Winter Poetry) In December we're happy Whatever the weather For Christmas helps people Be happy together.
A carpet of snow Covers the ground, The sweet sound of carols Is heard all around.
Candles and stars And Christmas tree lights Twinkle and glow In the velvet night.-
Sliding, gliding icy snow, The heavier you are the faster you will go. Daddy please get in, I want to fly right down, Soaring through the air, smiles all around. Mama waits and laughs for she know her part comes soon, She holds us in her blanket , a fuzzy warm cocoon.
Somehow, not only for Christmas, But all the long year through, The joy that you give to others Is the joy that comes back to you; And the more you spend in blessing The poor and lonely and sad, The more of your heart's possessing Returns to make you glad.
Five little snowmen Went out to play, over the hills and far away. When the sun came out, It melted one away.
Four little snowmen came back that day….. Repeat the poem, replacing the numbers appropriately, when you get to zero, use the stanza below.
Zero little snowmen Went out to play, over the hills and far away, But when winter came back, It brought snow along the way. The five little snowmen came back that day.
A chubby little snowman had a carrot nose. Along came a bunny and what do you suppose? That hungry little bunny, looking for his lunch Ate that snowman's carrot nose, Nibble, nibble, CRUNCH!
"One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ice, The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun; and not to think Of any misery in the sound of the wind, In the sound of a few leaves,
Which is the sound of the land Full of the same wind That is blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in the snow, And, nothing himself, beholds Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is." - Wallace Stevens, Snow Man
The teacher gave homework for Christmas. We thought it must be a mistake. She smiled when she said this assignment would take up our whole winter break.
Before we return from vacation we have to make sure it gets done. It seems that our teacher must like us. Our homework assignment? Have fun!
Under the tree the gifts enthrall, But the nicest present of them all Is filling our thoughts with those who care, Wanting our Christmas joy to share. To you, whom we're often thinking of, We send our holiday joy and love.
I made myself a snow ball as perfect as could be I thought I'd keep it as a pet and let it sleep with me I made it some pajamas and a pillow for it's head Then, last night it ran away But first -- it wet the bed.
Fergie Frog lived in a pond on Larson’s farm. Outside the pond was danger and harm. His tongue was a bug zapper, his croak so small, But Fergie always had fun; life was a ball. His parents told him to never roam; Never leave his froggie home. They were afraid for their son’s fate; Afraid he would become froggie on a plate. Fergie heard tales of Christmas trees and snow, So searching for Christmas Fergie did go. He hopped from the pond into green grass. He almost became lunch for a speckled bass. Fergie was curious so he never heeded What Momma said, though she pleaded. He left home on Christmas Eve night, Not thinking of winter’s chilling plight. The frog heard a rooster, cow and a sheep. They all yelled, “Scat, you froggie creep.” Fergie stuck out his tongue and zapped a bug, And laughing said, “Oh, chug a lug.” White stuff was falling, must be snow. For it sparkled and had a white glow. Fergie made a snow frog and snowball, Till suddenly old man slumber did call. He napped on the porch of Larson’s farm, Never caring if safe or coming to harm. The front door opened; a farmer came out; He awakened Fergie, with a loud shout. “Oh, my,” the farmer said, “It’s a Christmas frog. He’s sleeping more soundly than a Yule log.”
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Jennifer Stevens
December Poem
Due: Nov. 16
December (taken from Marcia’s Lessons Fall and Winter Poetry)
In December we're happy
Whatever the weather
For Christmas helps people
Be happy together.
A carpet of snow
Covers the ground,
The sweet sound of carols
Is heard all around.
Candles and stars
And Christmas tree lights
Twinkle and glow
In the velvet night.-
Winter Festivals:
The Sled
Sliding, gliding icy snow,
The heavier you are the faster you will go.
Daddy please get in, I want to fly right down,
Soaring through the air, smiles all around.
Mama waits and laughs for she know her part comes soon,
She holds us in her blanket , a fuzzy warm cocoon.
The Joy of Giving
By John Greenleaf Whittier
Somehow, not only for Christmas,
But all the long year through,
The joy that you give to others
Is the joy that comes back to you;
And the more you spend in blessing
The poor and lonely and sad,
The more of your heart's possessing
Returns to make you glad.
Five Little Snowmen
Five little snowmen
Went out to play,
over the hills and far away.
When the sun came out,
It melted one away.
Four little snowmen came back that day…..
Repeat the poem, replacing the numbers appropriately, when you get to zero, use the stanza below.
Zero little snowmen
Went out to play,
over the hills and far away,
But when winter came back,
It brought snow along the way.
The five little snowmen came back that day.
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Chubby Little Snowman
A chubby little snowman had a carrot nose.
Along came a bunny and what do you suppose?
That hungry little bunny, looking for his lunch
Ate that snowman's carrot nose, Nibble, nibble, CRUNCH!
Unknown
December
Jacque Schawe
Winter Festivals
jacques said
"One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,
Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is."
- Wallace Stevens, Snow Man
The teacher gave homework for Christmas.
We thought it must be a mistake.
She smiled when she said this assignment
would take up our whole winter break.
Before we return from vacation
we have to make sure it gets done.
It seems that our teacher must like us.
Our homework assignment? Have fun!
--Kenn Nesbitt
Jack Frost
by Gabriel Setoun
The door was shut, as doors should be,
Before you went to bed last night;
Yet Jack Frost has got in, you see,
And left your window silver white.
He must have waited till you slept;
And not a single word he spoke,
But pencilled o'er the panes and crept
Away again before you woke.
And now you cannot see the hills
Nor fields that stretch beyond the lane;
But there are fairer things than these
His fingers traced on every pane.
Rocks and castles towering high;
Hills and dales, and streams and fields;
And knights in armor riding by,
With nodding plumes and shining shields.
And here are little boats, and there
Big ships with sails spread to the breeze;
And yonder, palm trees waving fair
On islands set in silver seas,
And butterflies with gauzy wings;
And herds of cows and flocks of sheep;
And fruit and flowers and all the things
You see when you are sound asleep.
For, creeping softly underneath
The door when all the lights are out,
Jack Frost takes every breath you breathe,
And knows the things you think about.
He paints them on the window-pane
In fairy lines with frozen steam;
And when you wake you see again
The lovely things you saw in dream.
The Nicest Present
Under the tree the gifts enthrall,
But the nicest present of them all
Is filling our thoughts with those who care,
Wanting our Christmas joy to share.
To you, whom we're often thinking of,
We send our holiday joy and love.
By Joanna and Karl Fuchs
Alison Miller
Christmas Past
A Christmas Poem by Carice Williams
Each Christmas I remember
The ones of long ago;
I see our mantelpiece adorned
With stockings in a row.
Each Christmas finds me dreaming
Of days that used to be,
When we hid presents here and there,
For all the family.
Each Christmas I remember
The fragrance in the air,
Of roasting turkey and mince pies
And cookies everywhere.
Each Christmas finds me longing
For Christmases now past,
And I am back in childhood
As long as memories last.
Dear Santa Claus
by Kenn Nesbitt
I don’t believe in Santa Claus
like many other folks.
I think you’re just a fairy tale.
I think you’re just a hoax.
I don’t believe you’re keeping track
of who’s been bad or good.
I don’t believe you know if I’ve
been sleeping when I should.
I don’t believe that reindeer fly.
I don’t believe in elves.
I think the toys beneath our tree
were bought from toy-store shelves.
I once believed when I was six;
at seven I know better.
But if I’m wrong and you exist,
please disregard this letter.
A Christmas poem from my favorite poet.
Emily Dickinson
’Twas just this time, last year, I died.
I know I heard the Corn,
When I was carried by the Farms —
It had the Tassels on —
I thought how yellow it would look —
When Richard went to mill —
And then, I wanted to get out,
But something held my will.
I thought just how Red — Apples wedged
The Stubble’s joints between —
And the Carts stooping round the fields
To take the Pumpkins in —
I wondered which would miss me, least,
And when Thanksgiving, came,
If Father’d multiply the plates —
To make an even Sum —
And would it blur the Christmas glee
My Stocking hang too high
For any Santa Claus to reach
The Altitude of me —
But this sort, grieved myself,
And so, I thought the other way,
How just this time, some perfect year —
Themself, should come to me —
Laura Tawater
December Poem
Snow Ball
I made myself a snow ball as perfect as could be
I thought I'd keep it as a pet and let it sleep with me
I made it some pajamas and a pillow for it's head
Then, last night it ran away
But first -- it wet the bed.
Shel Silverstein
December
Fergie’s Christmas Adventure
By
Mary Achee’
Fergie Frog lived in a pond on Larson’s farm.
Outside the pond was danger and harm.
His tongue was a bug zapper, his croak so small,
But Fergie always had fun; life was a ball.
His parents told him to never roam;
Never leave his froggie home.
They were afraid for their son’s fate;
Afraid he would become froggie on a plate.
Fergie heard tales of Christmas trees and snow,
So searching for Christmas Fergie did go.
He hopped from the pond into green grass.
He almost became lunch for a speckled bass.
Fergie was curious so he never heeded
What Momma said, though she pleaded.
He left home on Christmas Eve night,
Not thinking of winter’s chilling plight.
The frog heard a rooster, cow and a sheep.
They all yelled, “Scat, you froggie creep.”
Fergie stuck out his tongue and zapped a bug,
And laughing said, “Oh, chug a lug.”
White stuff was falling, must be snow.
For it sparkled and had a white glow.
Fergie made a snow frog and snowball,
Till suddenly old man slumber did call.
He napped on the porch of Larson’s farm,
Never caring if safe or coming to harm.
The front door opened; a farmer came out;
He awakened Fergie, with a loud shout.
“Oh, my,” the farmer said, “It’s a Christmas frog.
He’s sleeping more soundly than a Yule log.”
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