‘Tis the season to be jolly and what better way to spread some festive cheer than by sharing some heartwarming Christmas stories and poems with your loved ones. Here is a collection of some of the best Christmas tales and verses that will surely make your heart grow three sizes bigger!
The Story of the Fir Tree
Once upon a time, in a dense forest, there lived a little fir tree. He was small, but he dreamed of growing tall and strong, like the other trees around him. Every day, he would look up at the sky and wish upon the stars to make his wish come true.
Years went by, and the little fir tree grew bigger and bigger, but no matter how much he grew, he never felt satisfied. He always wanted to be taller, stronger, more beautiful than the rest.
One winter, a group of woodcutters came to the forest and saw the little fir tree. They were impressed by his size and beauty and decided to cut him down and take him to the city to sell him as a Christmas tree.
At first, the little fir tree was excited. He thought that he would finally be able to fulfill his dream of becoming the most beautiful tree in the world. But when he arrived in the city, he realized that he was just one among many trees, all decorated with lights and ornaments, all trying to outshine each other.
The little fir tree was sad. He missed his forest home, where he could see the stars and the moon at night and feel the sun touch his leaves in the morning. He missed his friends, the other trees, who had always been there for him, sharing their shade and their stories.
But then, on Christmas Eve, something magical happened. A little boy walked into the room where the fir tree was standing and gazed at him with wonder. He saw the beauty in the little tree, even though he wasn’t the tallest or the brightest or the fanciest. He saw the tree’s spirit, the tree’s soul, the tree’s love for life.
The little boy smiled and reached out to touch the tree. And as he did, a spark of joy flew from his fingertips and landed on the branches of the fir tree. The tree felt a warmth he had never felt before, a love he had never known before. He felt alive.
From that day on, the little fir tree understood that beauty is not about being the best, but about being yourself. He learned that love is not about impressing others, but about touching hearts. And he knew that happiness is not about achieving fame or fortune, but about sharing moments of joy with those who matter to you.
The Legend of the Christmas Tree
Long, long ago, in a land far away, a great king ruled over his people with wisdom and kindness. His name was Wenceslaus, and he loved his subjects like a father loves his children.
One winter, as Wenceslaus was walking through the snowy streets of his town, he heard a faint cry in the distance. He followed the sound and came upon a poor peasant family huddled in a dark corner of an alleyway. They were shivering with cold, and their children were crying from hunger.
Wenceslaus was moved with pity. He took off his cloak and wrapped it around the shivering mother. He gave them his bread and some coins and promised to come back and help them whenever they needed him.
The next day, Wenceslaus went to the forest and cut down a tree. He took it to the family and decorated it with candles and edible treats. He told them that the tree would symbolize the light of hope and the abundance of God’s love.
The family was amazed. They had never seen such a beautiful tree before, and they had never heard such kind words before. They embraced Wenceslaus and thanked him for his generosity and compassion.
From that day on, the tradition of the Christmas tree began. People would cut down a tree, bring it indoors, and decorate it with candles, ornaments, and gifts. They would gather around it, sing carols, and share stories. They would remember the love and compassion that God had shown them through Wenceslaus and his tree.
And so, every year, when we set up our Christmas tree, let us remember the legend of Wenceslaus and his gift of hope and love. Let us be grateful for all the blessings we have, and let us share them with those who need them most.
The Christmas Poem
When the snow is falling softly, And the winds are cold and still, When the stars are bright and twinkling, And the world is calm and chill.
Then we know that Christmas coming, Bringing joy to young and old, Filling hearts with peace and gladness, That will never grow cold.
For Christmas is a time of giving, Of sharing love and hope and cheer, Of reaching out to those around us, And drawing them near.
So let us light the candles brightly, And hang the tinsel and the bells, Let us sing the songs of praise and wonder, And tell the tales that all can tell.
For Christmas is a time of magic, Of miracles that can come true, Of faith that can move mountains, And dreams that can be made new.
So let us hold each other closer, And cherish every moment we share, For Christmas is a time of wonder, A time of love beyond compare.
The Story of Jesus’ Birth
In the town of Bethlehem, in the land of Judea, there was born a baby, a special baby, a baby who would change the world. His name was Jesus, and he was born in a stable, because there was no room for him and his parents in the inn.
The night was cold, and the stars were bright. The shepherds were tending their flocks in the nearby fields, when suddenly, an angel appeared to them, shining with the glory of God. The shepherds were afraid, but the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord.”
The shepherds were amazed. They had heard of the coming Messiah, but they never thought that they would be the first ones to see him. They left their flocks and ran to the stable, where they found Mary and Joseph and the baby lying in the manger.
The shepherds knelt before the baby and worshipped him. They knew that this child was not just an ordinary baby, but the Son of God, who had come to save the world from sin and death. They thanked God for sending his only Son, and they went back to their fields, praising God and spreading the news.
And so, from that day on, the world was never the same. Jesus grew up, and he taught people about God’s love and mercy. He healed the sick, comforted the lonely, and forgave the sinners. He showed us how to live with faith and hope and love.
And on the night of his death, he gave us the greatest gift of all, the gift of eternal life. He died on the cross for our sins, to set us free from the chains of death and darkness. And on the third day, he rose from the dead, to show us that death is not the end, but the beginning of a new life, a life with God forever.
So let us remember the story of Jesus’ birth, and the story of his life and death and resurrection. Let us celebrate his love and grace and power. Let us share his message of hope and peace and joy with all those around us. For he is the reason for the season, the reason for our lives, the reason for our hope.
The Funny Christmas Poem
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads. And Mama in her kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave a lustre of midday to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the housetop the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes, how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself! A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
