Best Holiday Poems

Holidays are opportunities for friends and relatives to get together and celebrate life. Our lives have become so hectic and stressful that we spend way too little time with the people we love.

Bright Happy Time

The end-of-year holidays are here at last,
That bright, happy time when we have a blast!
Our wish when your new year has finally begun:
That you look back at months full of pleasure and fun.
Happy Holidays!
By Joanna Fuchs
Children’s holiday poems can be written from a child’s point of view, as is this free holiday poem for a kid.

Child Holiday Poem

My mom is cooking holiday treats;
My dad is spending money;
They think they’ve hidden all the gifts;
It’s really pretty funny.
Now Mom and Dad are whispering;
They imagine I don’t hear.
I’m really all excited;
It’s a happy time of year.
I’ve made my holiday gift list;
Whatever I get, I’ll be glad
To be a part of my family,
And the best holiday I’ve had!
By Joanna Fuchs

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas”
~ For Bereaved Parents ~

‘Twas the month before Christmas and I dreaded the days,
That I knew I was facing – the holiday craze.
The stores were all filled with holiday lights,
In hopes of drawing customers by day and by night.

As others were making their holiday plans,
My heart was breaking – I couldn’t understand.
I had lost my dear child a few years before,
And I knew what my holiday had in store.

When out of nowhere, there arose such a sound,
I sprang to my feet and was looking around,
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash

The sight that I saw took my breath away,
And my tears turned to smiles in the light of the day.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a cluster of butterflies fluttering near.
With beauty and grace they performed a dance,
I knew in a moment this wasn’t by chance.

The hope that they gave me was a sign from above,
That my child was still near me and that I was loved.
The message they brought was my holiday gift,
And I cried when I saw them in spite of myself.

As I knelt closer to get a better view,
One allowed me to pet it – as if it knew –
That I needed the touch of its fragile wings,
To help me get through the holiday scene.

In the days that followed I carried the thought,
Of the message the butterflies left in my heart –
That no matter what happens or what days lie ahead,
Our children are with us – they’re not really dead.

Yes, the message of the butterflies still rings in my ears,
A message of hope – a message so dear.
And I imagined they sang as they flew out of sight,
“To all bereaved parents – We love you tonight!”

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