You think you everything there is know about Christmas poems, and then you find out you don’t.
Until fairly recently, it was believed that the most famous Christmas poem of all – A Visit from St. Nicholas – was written by poet Clement Clark Moore (1779-1863). Later scholarship has suggested the real author to be Henry Livingston Jr. (1748-1828), a farmer, surveyor and justice of the peace in New York who joined the Revolutionary Army in 1775.
What we do know for certain is that Moore read the poem to his children for Christmas in 1822, and it was published anonymously in 1823 in the Troy (NY) Sentinel. The Sentinel editor did not know who the author was, only that it had been sent anonymously to him in the mail. And we know this poem, more than any other account, fixed forever many of the characteristics attributed to Santa Claus. The poem was published in many publications (copyright laws being what they were), until a bound and illustrated version appeared in 1848.
And then you discover how many poets have written Christmas poems. The answer is: a lot.
Robert Frost wrote a Christmas poem, “Christmas Trees, ” as did Henry Wadsworth Longellow (“The Three Kings”), John Milton (“On the Morning of Christ’s Nativity”), Thomas Hardy (“The Oxen”), e.e. cummings (“[little tree]”), and Robert Southwell (“The Burning Babe”). More contemporary poets have also written Christmas poems – Mark Doty, Mary Jo Salter, Rae Armantrout, and Jane Kenyon, to mention only a few.
Here are four personal favorites.
Christmas Carol by Sara Teasdale
The kings they came from out the south,
All dressed in ermine fine;
They bore Him gold and chrysoprase,
And gifts of precious wine.
The shepherds came from out the north,
Their coats were brown and old;
They brought Him little new-born lambs—
They had not any gold.
The wise men came from out the east,
And they were wrapped in white;
The star that led them all the way
Did glorify the night.
The angels came from heaven high,
And they were clad with wings;
And lo, they brought a joyful song
The host of heaven sings.
The kings they knocked upon the door,
The wise men entered in,
The shepherds followed after them
To hear the song begin.
The angels sang through all the night
Until the rising sun,
But little Jesus fell asleep
Before the song was done.
In the bleak midwinter by Christina Rossetti
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.
Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.
Enough for Him, whom cherubim, worship night and day,
Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom angels fall before,
The ox and ass and camel which adore.
Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
But His mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.
What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.
The Magi by William Butler Yeats
Now as at all times I can see in the mind’s eye,
In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones
Appear and disappear in the blue depths of the sky
With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones,
And all their helms of silver hovering side by side,
And all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more,
Being by Calvary’s turbulence unsatisfied,
The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.
Christmas Mail by Ted Kooser
Cards in each mailbox,
angel, manger, star and lamb,
as the rural carrier,
driving the snowy roads,
hears from her bundles
the plaintive bleating of sheep,
the shuffle of sandals,
the clopping of camels.
At stop after stop,
she opens the little tin door
and places deep in the shadows
the shepherds and wise men,
the donkeys lank and weary,
the cow who chews and muses.
And from her Styrofoam cup,
white as a star and perched
on the dashboard, leading her
ever into the distance,
there is a hint of hazelnut,
and then a touch of myrrh.
Photo by Chris Wolff, Creative Commons, via Flickr. Post by Glynn Young, author of the novels Dancing Priest and A Light Shining, and Poetry at Work.
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Mary Sayler says
Thanks for this post, Glynn. Many members in our Christian Poets & Writers group on Facebook like to write poems, so I’ll highlight this on the Christian Poets & Writers blog as fine examples of well-written poetry with Christmas themes – http://christianpoetsandwriters.blogspot.com.
Glynn says
Mary, thanks for sharing the link. I selected some of my own favorites with this group of Christmas poems. And I’m rather surprised to see how many contemporary poets have written Christmas poems as well.
Maureen Doallas says
I like Kooser’s poem, especially its conclusion.
Simply Darlene says
Yes, I agree, Maureen. WordPlay.
Glynn says
I like his poetry in general. Thanks for reading the post and for the comment, Maureen.
Simply Darlene says
Wow, what miss Rossetti did with “frosty wind made moan” is some kinda multi-sensory power… made me cold and lonely.
As always, thanks sir Glynn, for sharing and teaching.
Blessings.
Glynn says
And the poem is also a carol. Thanks, Darlene!
Glynn says
It almost sounds like a poetry prompt – “write a Christmas poem using the word styrofoam.” Thanks for the comment, Marcy!
Laura Brown says
One of my favorite Christmas poems is “King John’s Christmas” by A.A. Milne.
http://www.msgr.ca/msgr-2/king_johns%20christmas.htm
And here’s “Advent Calendar,” from Gjertrud Schnackenberg.
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/247938
Glynn says
Laura – those are wonderful. Thanks for sharing them!
Glynn says
An epic of Styrofoamic heights! Thank you!
L. L. Barkat says
Whimsy is your specialty, I do believe, Marcy. Looking forward to more like this from you in the coming year. (Merry Christmas!)
Katie says
I agree with L.L. – whimsy, indeed! This was SO fun:)
You inspired me to try a couple of my own (one a haiku and one a ciquain). Thank you.
Katie
Styrofoam cup waits
hot, so full of flavor, till
Santa sips his Joe
Cocoa
waiting on hearth
for that world traveler
to sip, and taste, to rest a while
yum, yum
I’m still playing with an acrostic:)
Merry Christmas!
Prasad Kumar says
Oh, wonderful Christmas poems. Reading poetry is one of my hobbies are these are truly treasure for me. Thanks for sharing!
Katie says
Santa Claus
Tries so very hard
Year after year;
Reliable fellow is he.
On top of your roof
For all to see
Opening the flue
And sucking that jelly-bowl in, he finds
Mrs. Claus has done it again: cinched his belt tight enough so he can drop in!;)
(oh the silliness:)