Christmas Poems: (724) Christmas With All The Little Children - Poem by Melvina Germain

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(724) Christmas With All The Little Children - Poem by Melvina Germain

All you little children gather round.
Let’s sing beautiful Christmas songs.
Take your bells and chime away,
we celebrate Christmas here today.

Now raise your hands if you know the reason,
we celebrate this colorful season.
One, two, three, four, oh my, more and more.
You all deserve a great big score.

Now, let’s think a moment of our sweet Jesus.
Why we know he’ll never leave us.
He gave his life upon the cross,
we would live, not become lost.

Today we celebrate his precious birth,
while he watches over us here on earth.
Clap your hands rejoice for all to see.
Keep Jesus in your hearts infin-ite-ly.

Written: Dec.10/06

Comments about (724) Christmas With All The Little Children by Melvina Germain

  • rustam 12/26/2018 9:33:00 AM

    I saw the paycheck of $5018, I didn't best friend woz like realy erning money part time from their laptop.. there mums best friend started doing this less than 20 months and resantly paid the debts on their cottage and purchased a brand new Mazda. this is where I Reply

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  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr 12/10/2006 5:31:00 PM

    Melvina...You do have a flair for making those Christmas lights twinke a might brighter, after reading one of your tales of Christmas......yes, indeed, young lady.
    ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''F. J. R.

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  • Ernestine Northover 12/10/2006 3:51:00 PM

    That is just sweet and lovely Melvina, a delightful Christmas message in wonderful rhyme. A joy to read.
    Love and hugs Ernestine XXX

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  • David Tanguay 12/10/2006 11:00:00 AM

    Well done Meivina, to get children to focus on Jesus instead of Santa on Christmas is hard to do. But I'm sure Jesus understands the joy children feel at Christmas. jesus said of little children - For of such is the kingdom of heaven Reply

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Christmas Poems
  1. 51. For Christmas Day
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  3. 53. The Mistletoe (A Christmas Tale)
    Mary Darby Robinson
  4. 54. The Christmas Goose
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  5. 55. Modern Love Xxiii: 'Tis Christmas Weather
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  6. 56. Christmas In Australia
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  7. 57. (729) Christmas Gift To All
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  8. 58. On Christmas Eve
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  9. 59. Christmas Antiphones
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  10. 60. A Christmas Fancy
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  11. 61. First Sunday After Christmas
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  12. 62. Sir Galahad, A Christmas Mystery
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  13. 63. A Christmas Gift.
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  14. 64. (708) Joy Of Christmas
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  15. 65. (725) Christmas Treasures
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  16. 66. The Christmas Tree
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  17. 67. The Christmas Beetle
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  18. 68. Christmas Presents
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  19. 69. A Christmas Eve
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  20. 70. ’tis Christmas Eve
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  21. 71. Christmas Part 1 - Christmas Tree
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  22. 72. The Christmas Homes Of England
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  23. 73. Juleaftenen (Christmas Eve )
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  24. 74. "Christmas Thoughts&Quot;
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  27. 77. Christmas Even
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  28. 78. For Christmas Day In The Morning
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  29. 79. The Trapper's Christmas Eve
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  30. 80. No Christmas Tree Where It Should Be
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  31. 81. Once Upon A Christmas Day
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  32. 82. Christmas Tears
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  33. 83. A Christmas Hymn
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  34. 84. A Christmas Letter From Australia
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  35. 85. A Christmas Without God
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  36. 86. Second Sunday After Christmas
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  37. 87. Christmas Day
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  39. 89. True Meaning Of Christmas
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Christmas Poems

  1. Modern Love Xxiii: 'Tis Christmas Weather

    'Tis Christmas weather, and a country house Receives us: rooms are full: we can but get An attic-crib. Such lovers will not fret At that, it is half-said. The great carouse Knocks hard upon the midnight's hollow door, But when I knock at hers, I see the pit. Why did I come here in that dullard fit? I enter, and lie couched upon the floor. Passing, I caught the coverlet's quick beat:-- Come, Shame, burn to my soul! and Pride, and Pain-- Foul demons that have tortured me, enchain! Out in the freezing darkness the lambs bleat. The small bird stiffens in the low starlight. I know not how, but shuddering as I slept, I dreamed a banished angel to me crept: My feet were nourished on her breasts all night.

  2. The Christmas Goose

    Mr. Smiggs was a gentleman, And he lived in London town; His wife she was a good kind soul, And seldom known to frown. 'Twas on Christmas eve, And Smiggs and his wife lay cosy in bed, When the thought of buying a goose Came into his head. So the next morning, Just as the sun rose, He jump'd out of bed, And he donn'd his clothes, Saying, "Peggy, my dear. You need not frown, For I'll buy you the best goose In all London town." So away to the poultry shop he goes, And bought the goose, as he did propose, And for it he paid one crown, The finest, he thought, in London town. When Smiggs bought the goose He suspected no harm, But a naughty boy stole it From under his arm. Then Smiggs he cried, "Stop, thief! Come back with my goose!" But the naughty boy laugh'd at him, And gave him much abuse. But a policeman captur'd the naughty boy, And gave the goose to Smiggs, And said he was greatly bother'd By a set of juvenile prigs. So the naughty boy was put in prison For stealing the goose., And got ten days' confinement Before he got loose. So Smiggs ran home to his dear Peggy, Saying, "Hurry, and get this fat goose ready, That I have bought for one crown; So, my darling, you need not frown." "Dear Mr Smiggs, I will not frown: I'm sure 'tis cheap for one crown, Especially at Christmas time -- Oh! Mr Smiggs, it's really fine." "Peggy. it is Christmas time, So let us drive dull care away, For we have got a Christmas goose, So cook it well, I pray. "No matter how the poor are clothed, Or if they starve at home, We'll drink our wine, and eat our goose, Aye, and pick it to the bone."

  3. The Mistletoe (A Christmas Tale)

    A farmer's wife, both young and gay, And fresh as op'ning buds of May; Had taken to herself, a Spouse, And plighted many solemn vows, That she a faithful mate would prove, In meekness, duty, and in love! That she, despising joy and wealth, Would be, in sickness and in health, His only comfort and his Friend-- But, mark the sequel,--and attend! This Farmer, as the tale is told-- Was somewhat cross, and somewhat old! His, was the wintry hour of life, While summer smiled before his wife; A contrast, rather form'd to cloy The zest of matrimonial joy! 'Twas Christmas time, the peasant throng Assembled gay, with dance and Song: The Farmer's Kitchen long had been Of annual sports the busy scene; The wood-fire blaz'd, the chimney wide Presented seats, on either side; Long rows of wooden Trenchers, clean, Bedeck'd with holly-boughs, were seen; The shining Tankard's foamy ale Gave spirits to the Goblin tale, And many a rosy cheek--grew pale. It happen'd, that some sport to shew The ceiling held a MISTLETOE. A magic bough, and well design'd To prove the coyest Maiden, kind. A magic bough, which DRUIDS old Its sacred mysteries enroll'd; And which, or gossip Fame's a liar, Still warms the soul with vivid fire; Still promises a store of bliss While bigots snatch their Idol's kiss. This MISTLETOE was doom'd to be The talisman of Destiny; Beneath its ample boughs we're told Full many a timid Swain grew bold; Full many a roguish eye askance Beheld it with impatient glance, And many a ruddy cheek confest, The triumphs of the beating breast; And many a rustic rover sigh'd Who ask'd the kiss, and was denied. First MARG'RY smil'd and gave her Lover A Kiss; then thank'd her stars, 'twas over! Next, KATE, with a reluctant pace, Was tempted to the mystic place; Then SUE, a merry laughing jade A dimpled yielding blush betray'd; While JOAN her chastity to shew Wish'd "the bold knaves would serve her so," She'd "teach the rogues such wanton play!" And well she could, she knew the way. The FARMER, mute with jealous care, Sat sullen, in his wicker chair; Hating the noisy gamesome host Yet, fearful to resign his post; He envied all their sportive strife But most he watch'd his blooming wife, And trembled, lest her steps should go, Incautious, near the MISTLETOE. Now HODGE, a youth of rustic grace With form athletic; manly face; On MISTRESS HOMESPUN turn'd his eye And breath'd a soul-declaring sigh! Old HOMESPUN, mark'd his list'ning Fair And nestled in his wicker chair; HODGE swore, she might his heart command-- The pipe was dropp'd from HOMESPUN'S hand! HODGE prest her slender waist around; The FARMER check'd his draught, and frown'd! And now beneath the MISTLETOE 'Twas MISTRESS HOMESPUN'S turn to go; Old Surly shook his wicker chair, And sternly utter'd--"Let her dare!" HODGE, to the FARMER'S wife declar'd Such husbands never should be spar'd; Swore, they deserv'd the worst disgrace, That lights upon the wedded race; And vow'd--that night he would not go Unblest, beneath the MISTLETOE. The merry group all recommend An harmless Kiss, the strife to end: "Why not ?" says MARG'RY, "who would fear, "A dang'rous moment, once a year?" SUSAN observ'd, that "ancient folks "Were seldom pleas'd with youthful jokes;" But KATE, who, till that fatal hour, Had held, o'er HODGE, unrivall'd pow'r, With curving lip and head aside Look'd down and smil'd in conscious pride, Then, anxious to conceal her care, She humm'd--"what fools some women are!" Now, MISTRESS HOMESPUN, sorely vex'd, By pride and jealous rage perplex'd, And angry, that her peevish spouse Should doubt her matrimonial vows, But, most of all, resolved to make An envious rival's bosom ache; Commanded Hodge to let her go, Nor lead her to the Mistletoe; "Why should you ask it o'er and o'er?" Cried she, "we've been there twice before!" 'Tis thus, to check a rival's sway, That Women oft themselves betray; While VANITY, alone, pursuing, They rashly prove, their own undoing.

  4. For Christmas Day

    Hark, how all the welkin rings, "Glory to the King of kings; Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconcil'd!" Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumph of the skies; Universal nature say, "Christ the Lord is born to-day!" Christ, by highest Heaven ador'd, Christ, the everlasting Lord: Late in time behold him come, Offspring of a virgin's womb! Veil'd in flesh, the Godhead see, Hail th' incarnate Deity! Pleas'd as man with men to appear, Jesus, our Immanuel here! Hail, the heavenly Prince of Peace, Hail, the Sun of Righteousness! Light and life to all he brings, Risen with healing in his wings. Mild he lays his glory by, Born that man no more may die; Born to raise the sons of earth; Born to give them second birth. Come, desire of nations, come, Fix in us thy humble home; Rise, the woman's conquering seed, Bruise in us the serpent's head. Now display thy saving power, Ruin'd nature now restore; Now in mystic union join Thine to ours, and ours to thine. Adam's likeness, Lord, efface, Stamp thy image in its place. Second Adam from above, Reinstate us in thy love. Let us thee, though lost, regain, Thee, the life, the inner man: O, to all thyself impart, Form'd in each believing heart.