Books,  Motherhood

Winter and Christmas Poems for Children

“Books make great gifts because they have whole worlds inside of them.”

Neil Gaiman

The Snowflake

Before I melt, 

Come, look at me!

This lovely icy filigree! 

Of a great forest 

In one night

I make a wilderness of white: 

By skyey cold

Of crystals made, 

All softly, on 

Your Finger laid, 

I pause, that you

My beauty see: 

Breathe, and I vanish 


-Walter de la Mare- 

A Heavy Snowfall

Now all the world is white,

But where is one to find a spot 

To view the lovely sight?



I made myself a snowball
As perfect as could be.
I thought I’d keep it as a pet
And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas
And a pillow for its head.
Then last night it ran away,
But first it wet the bed.

-Shel Silverstein-

Winter Morning Poem

Winter is the king of showmen,
Turning tree stumps into snow men
And houses into birthday cakes
And spreading sugar over lakes.
Smooth and clean and frosty white,
The world looks good enough to bite.
That’s the season to be young,
Catching snowflakes on your tongue!
Snow is snowy when it’s snowing.
I’m sorry it’s slushy when it’s going.

-Ogden Nash-

December Leaves

The fallen leaves are cornflakes
That fill the lawn’s wide dish,
And night and noon
The wind’s a spoon
That stirs them with a swish.
The sky’s a silver sifter,
A-sifting white and slow,
That gently shakes
On crisp brown flakes
The sugar known as snow

-Kaye Starbird-


The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

-Carl Sandburg-

Something Told The Wild Geese

Something told the wild geese
It was time to go,
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered, “snow.”

Leaves were green and stirring,
Berries, luster-glossed,
But beneath warm feathers
Something cautioned, “frost.”

All the sagging orchards
Steamed with amber spice,
But each wild breast stiffened
At remembered ice.

Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly,
Summer sun was on their wings,
Winter in their cry.

-Rachel Field

Velvet Shoes

Let us walk in the white snow

          In a soundless space;

With footsteps quiet and slow,

          At a tranquil pace,

          Under veils of white lace.

I shall go shod in silk,

          And you in wool,

White as white cow’s milk,

          More beautiful

          Than the breast of a gull.

We shall walk through the still town

          In a windless peace;

We shall step upon white down,

          Upon silver fleece,

          Upon softer than these.

We shall walk in velvet shoes:

          Wherever we go

Silence will fall like dews

          On white silence below.

          We shall walk in the snow.

Elinor Wylie

The Present

There’s a present under the Christmas tree,

And I’m excited to see it’s addressed to me.

I imagine all the great things it might be,

But I have to wait until Christmas morning to see.

-Kelly Roper-

I Heard a Bird Sing

I heard a bird sing

In the dark of December.

A magical thing

And sweet to remember.

“We are nearer to Spring 

Than we were in September,” 

I heard a bird sing 

In the dark of December.

Oliver Herford


I’m very good at skiing.

I have a kind of knack

For I can do it frontways

And also on my back.

And when I reach the bottom

I give a sudden flop

And dig myself in sideways

And that’s how I stop.

Marchette Chute

Christmas Bells

I heard the bells on Christmas Day

Their old, familiar carols play,

And wild and sweet

The words repeat

Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow- 

The House of Christmas

To an open house in the evening

Home shall men come,

To an older place than Eden

And a taller town than Rome.

To the end of the way of the wandering star,

To the things that cannot be and that are,

To the place where God was homeless

And all men are at home.

G.K. Chesterton-

A Christmas Carol

The Christ-child lay on Mary’s lap,

His hair was like a light.

(O weary, weary were the world,

But here is all aright.)

The Christ-child lay on Mary’s breast,

His hair was like a star.

(O stern and cunning are the kings,

But here the true hearts are.)

The Christ-child lay on Mary’s heart,

His hair was like a fire,

(O weary, weary is the world,

But here the world’s desire.)

The Christ-child stood at Mary’s knee,

His hair was like a crown,

And all the flowers looked up at Him,

And all the stars looked down.

G.K. Chesterton-

Love Came Down At Christmas

Love came down at Christmas, 

   Love all lovely, Love Divine; 

Love was born at Christmas, 

   Star and angels gave the sign.

Christina Rossetti

Please share in the comments what your favourite winter poem is to read with your children or which poem from the list is your favourite.

Winter and Christmas Poems to Read to Children
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Winter and Christmas Poems to Read to Children
Some curated winter and Christmas poems to share with your children this holiday season.
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