Christian Christmas Poems Novels & Stories

Evangeline Snow's P.O.V. Sleigh bells ring and the all too familiar sounds of classic Christmas music pour in through my earbuds as I walked down the snow-crusted sidewalk. Closing my eyes, I hummed along to the tune of “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing With lyrics written by Charles Wesley,.” Sad to say, this is probably as Christmassy as I'm going to get.

I've lost everyone because I pushed them away. The tears are flowing as the words wash over me, but it's a good cry. It's a healing cry, that acts as a balm for the soul. My hips are swaying to the music and despite the emotion choking me, I'm quietly singing along. “Please come home for Christmas... Please come home for Christmas... If not for Christmas, by New Year's night...”

Valen was though worried on whatever he made her aware of after the first lecture in the corridor, yet she did not stop grazing the baked snack during the late hours of the night. The month of December has already brought along a rippling atmosphere with the grains of snow barfing in the room along the breezy air. It has started snowing lately after she returned home. Hardly has it been few hours and already the entire city was covered with the white layer of snow welcoming the Christmases joy. Although the wolves have their own set f festival they still believed in celebrating the arrival of the God of hope and peace, Jesus.

Mary's Church embraces the night, Illuminating our steps in peaceful silence. The White Christmas song we sing softly, Warm notes echoing between the cold snow. Your hand, as smooth as falling snow, Warms my heart on this peaceful night. This Christmas Eve, time seems to stop, With you, Stefany, my world becomes so beautiful. Under the big tree, our love will be eternal, In a blanket of snow and divine magic. "Dani! The poem is so beautiful. I'm so touched. Thank you!" Stefany exclaimed enthusiastically. "Of course, Stefy. I will do anything for you, believe me. I only want you, one person. There will be no one else in my heart," Daniel replied while looking softly at his sweetheart's face w

Six “Snowflakes dance in the winter air, A magical sight, beyond compare. Christmas lights, a twinkling gleam, Filling hearts with a festive dream.” In the distance, the sound of a choir singing hymns from the nearby church wafted in an echoing manner through the air. The choir's voices blended together into a soft, otherworldly hum that seemed to float through the air. The music was like a gentle breeze carrying the voices of angels, a comforting and uplifting sound.

Perhaps that is all Christmas is: Red and white. Little Feats' closing fete is a sombre occasion, suprisingly so. Chideziri made a life sized portrait of the infant Jesus, in a manger, gurgling. Hands reach for him from the periphery. I assume they are Mary's. It's so properly done that looking at it, it could have been an old black and white photograph. For the carol, all the fluorescents are switched off and only candles light the room. It's a sight. A hundred or more candles, glinting against the Assembly hall's blackness. Then time flies and it becomes time for me to perform a poem.

The choir prefect pointed out. " One, two, three, go!" "On the first day of Christmas, my true love said to me..." We sang up until the twelfth day and it was time to sing the last verse. "On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me: 12 Drummers Drumming, Eleven Pipers Piping, Ten Lords a Leaping, Nine Ladies Dancing, Eight Maids a Milking, Seven Swans a Swimming, Six Geese a Laying, Five Golden Rings,

''Dear God I want to be lovable And prepared for a beloved. Please remove the walls From in front of my heart, And take from me the games I play To deny myself the joy of life. Please make me new, That I might know an enchanted love at last. Then send to me my heart’s delight. Please open up the skies of heaven That love might flood my soul. Amen.'' After showing our gratitude to God we roamed around the city to enjoy Christmas celebration.The city was all twinkling with different colour lights,Santa...with kids.and..the jingle bell song in Italian was echoing in all direction.

Serendipity nodded, tearing her eyes away from the structure at last and smiling into those familiar green ones. As Corey led her inside, they were instantly greeted by dozens of working elves, each of whom called out, “Merry Christmas!” which Serendipity would have found rather odd considering Christmas was over months ago were she not standing in Santa’s Workshop at the North Pole. Instead, she answered with a jolly, “Merry Christmas!” in return. She noticed, and found it rather odd, that though Corey always acknowledged the speaker, he only chose to say, “Hello,” or “Good evening,” in response, never “Merry Christmas.”

He tiptoed and dad teased him about falling, they both laughed. I smiled at the sight. It was blissful. I prayed a silent prayer, "God, let my family always be happy like this, please" ~•~ 'Hark, the Herald Angels sing Glory to the new born king Peace on earth and mercy mild God and sinners reconcile Joyful all ye nations rise Join the triumph of the skies With the angelic host proclaim Christ is born in Bethlehem Hark the herald angels sing Glory to the new born king' The whole church chorused the first verse of the Christmas hymn.