The Boy Who Laughed at Santa Claus Christmas Poems For Christmas

The Boy Who Laughed at Santa Claus

(Christmas Poems For Christmas)

The Boy Who Laughed At Santa Claus By Ogden Nash Christmas Poems

In Baltimore there lived a boy
He wasn’t anybody’s joy.

Although his name was Jabez Dawes.
His character was full of flaws.

In school he never led his classes.
He hid old ladies’ reading glasses.

His mouth was open when he chewed
and elbows to the table glued.

He stole the milk of hungry kittens
and walked through doors
marked ‘no admittance’.

He said he acted thus because
there wasn’t any Santa Claus!

Another trick that tickled Jabez
was crying ‘Boo’ at little babes.

He brushed his teeth, they said in town,
sideways instead of up and down.

Yet people pardoned every sin
and viewed his antics with a grin.

Till they were told by Jabez Dawes
‘There isn’t any Santa Claus!’

Deploring how he did behave,
his parents swiftly sought their grave.

They hurried through the portals pearly
and Jabez left the funeral early.

Like whooping cough, from child to child,
he sped to spread the rumor wild.

‘Sure as my name is Jabez Dawes
there isn’t any Santa Claus!’

Slunk like a weasel of a marten, through
nursery school and kindergarten.

Whispering low to every tot,
‘There isn’t any, no there’s not!’

The children wept all Christmas eve
and Jabez chortled up his sleeve.

No infant dared hang up his stocking
for fear of Jabez’ ribald mocking.

He sprawled on his untidy bed
fresh malice dancing in his head.

When presently with scalp-a-tingling
Jabez heard a distant jingling.

He heard the crunch of sleigh and hoof
crisply alighting on the roof.

What good to rise and bar the door?
a shower of soot was on the floor.

What was beheld by Jabez Dawes?
The fireplace full of Santa Claus!

Then Jabez fell upon his knees
With cries of ‘Don’t,’ and ‘Pretty Please.’

He howled, ‘I don’t know where you read it,
but anyhow, I never said it!’

‘Jabez’ replied the angry saint,
‘It isn’t I, it’s you that ain’t.

Although there is a Santa Claus,
there isn’t any Jabez Dawes!’

Said Jabez then with impudent vim,
‘oh, yes there is, and I am him!

Your magic don’t scare me, it doesn’t’
and suddenly he found he wasn’t!

From grimy feet to grimy locks
Jabez became a Jack-in-the-box.

An ugly toy with springs un-sprung,
forever sticking out his tongue.

The neighbors heard his mournful squeal.
They searched for him, but not with zeal.

No trace was found of Jabez Dawes,
which led to thunderous applause.

And people drank a loving cup
and went and hung their stockings up.

All you who sneer at Santa Claus,
beware the fate of Jabez Dawes.

The saucy boy who mocked the saint
Donner and Blitzen licked off his paint.

– Ogden Nash

Puppies’ Christmas Poems For Christmas

Puppies’ Christmas

(Christmas Poems For Christmas)

Puppies Christmas Poems For Christmas

It’s the day before Christmas
and all through the house.
The puppies are squeaking
an old rubber mouse.

The wreath which had merrily
hung on the door.
Is scattered in pieces
all over the floor.

The stockings that hung
in a neat little row.
Now boast a hole in
each one of the toes.

The tree was subjected
to bright-eyed whims.
And now, although splendid
it’s missing some limbs.

I catch them and hold them.
“be good”, I insist.
They lick me, then run off
to see what they’ve missed.

And now as I watch them
the thought comes to me.
That theirs is the spirit
that Christmas should be.

Should children and puppies
yet show us the way.
And teach us the joy
that should come with this day?

Could they bring the message
that’s written above.
And tell us that, most of all
Christmas is love.

From A Tree Top By Kathy Carter Christmas Poems

From A Tree Top

(Christmas Poems For Christmas)

From A Tree Top By Kathy Carter Christmas Poems For Christmas

I’ve been in a box for almost a year.
Then suddenly, daylight, a movement a stir.

Unwrapped from tissue, dusted and kissed.
My wings are unfurled, my satin untwist.

And carried like gold to the top of a tree.
The height of it, secretly scary to me.

I wobble and sway, I tip, almost fall, but
gentle hands catch me and stand me up tall.

From high up above, I can see down below
The ornaments twinkle, the fairy lights glow.

And children, wide eyed as they clap and they dance
Excitement is building, for tonight, just perchance.

Across the night sky, speeding straight, rounding bends
A sleigh full of gifts pulled by strong antlered friends.

A ruddy faced man with a long flowing beard
Is riding so high over rooftops well cleared.

I watch as the children lay sacks to be filled
They laugh and they giggle, excited and thrilled.

Leaving carrots for Rudolph with his nose oh so red
They rush up the stairs so eager for bed.

And so as snow falls and night gathers round
In the peace of the house there is barely a sound.

The cat from his chair gazes up at the tree
His eyes sharply glint as he stares up at me.

He thinks about climbing the branches so steep
Then he stretches and yawns and falls back to sleep.

Then midnight is struck by the clock in the hall
And if I’m not mistaken I hear a foot fall.

On the roof top above, then a slip and a slide
A crash in the grate. Yes! Santa’s arrived.

He dusts off the soot, stamps his large frozen feet
And cheek of it all! Rudolph’s carrots did eat!

With a quiet Ho! Ho! He bends to his sack
And searches for presents labelled Lucy and Jack.

And into their sacks he packs boxes in tight
Then off up the chimney disappears in the night.

I watch as he twitches the long leather reins.
The sleigh then speeds off o’er the fields and long lanes.

And the crash and the jangle of reindeer bells
Disappear in the night o’er the forests and dells.

And the cat from his chair, he opens one eye
And lazily watches the frosty night sky.

He stretches and scratches and curls in a ball
Whilst silently, gently snowflakes tumble and fall.

The house is so still, just the tick of the clock
The light from the moon gives a glint to my frock.

And the bells of the church fall silent and still
As icicles form on the cold window sill.

So now I must wait through the hours of peace
Till the house stirs again and voices increase.

Meanwhile, I will sleep on my treetop so high
And wait for the children to burst in and cry.

‘He’s been! Yes, he’s been! Our presents are here!
Oh Merry Christmas!’ they shout ‘and a Happy New Year!’

– Kathy Carter

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