Falling asleep to bedtime stories or growing warm and fuzzy in the euphony of sweet poems is something quite regular for the young ones. But when it comes to the holiday stories and Christmas poems, things are a tad different. Christmas poems have a lilting quality in their verses that's hard to give a miss and can keep anyone enamored for hours by the strength of its compositions. Parents take great pleasure in reading out holiday stories and Christmas poems to their little ones during Christmas. And when it's the all-time favorite evergreen stories of Christmas, age really doesn't matter. For, everyone enjoys it all alike. Some of the most popular Christmas poems and traditional stories of the holidays are ?The Night Before Christmas?, ?The Twelve Days Of Christmas?, ?Christmas Bells?, ?The Little Match-Seller?. These are as much enjoyable as nostalgic. Christmas poems and holiday stories often bring back fond childhood memories. So as you relive your childhood days, make this Christmas merrier for the teeny-weeny beings and let them have a wonderfully wondrous fun-time. Read out some holiday stories or Christmas poems to them this December 25. You can also send some nice verses to your friends, family or sweetheart. Check out the following Christmas poems and one very popular holiday story:



Christmas Bells

~by H. W. Longfellow

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!

And thought how, as the day had come,

The belfries of all Christendom

Had rolled along

The unbroken song

Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till, ringing, singing on its way

The world revolved from night to day,

A voice, a chime,

A chant sublime

Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black, accursed mouth

The cannon thundered in the South,

And with the sound

The Carols drowned

Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;

?There is no peace on earth,? I said;

?For hate is strong,

And mocks the song

Of peace on earth, good-will to men!?

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:

?God is not dead; nor doth he sleep!

The Wrong shall fail,

The Right prevail,

With peace on earth, good-will to men!?

The Twelve Days of Christmas

The first day of Christmas

My true love sent to me

A partridge in a pear tree

The second day of Christmas

My true love sent to me

Two turtle doves, and

A partridge in a pear tree.

The third day of Christmas

My true love sent to me

Three French hens,

Two turtle doves, and

A partridge in a pear tree.

The fourth day of Christmas

My true love sent to me

Four colly birds,

Three French hens,

Two turtle doves, and

A partridge in a pear tree.

The fifth day of Christmas

My true love sent to me

Five gold rings,

Four colly birds,

Three French hens,

Two turtle doves, and

A partridge in a pear tree

The sixth day of Christmas

My true love sent to me

Six geese a-laying,

Five gold rings,

Four colly birds,

Three French hens,

Two turtle doves, and

A partridge in a pear tree

The seventh day of Christmas

My true love sent to me

Seven swans a-swimming

Six geese a-laying,

Five gold rings,

Four colly birds,

Three French hens,

Two turtle doves, and

A partridge in a pear tree

The eighth day of Christmas

My true love sent to me

Eight maids a-milking,

Seven swans a-swimming,

Six geese a-laying,

Five gold rings,

Four colly birds,

Three French hens,

Two turtle doves, and

A partridge in a pear tree.

On the ninth day of Christmas

My true love sent to me

Nine drummers drumming,

Eight maids a-milking,

Seven swans a-swimming,

Six geese a-laying,

Five gold rings,

Four colly birds,

Three French hens,

Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree.

The tenth day of Christmas

My true love sent to me

Ten pipers piping,

Nine drummers drumming,

Eight maids a-milking,

Seven swans a-swimming,

Six geese a-laying,

Five gold rings,

Four colly birds,

Three French hens,

Two turtle doves, and

A partridge in a pear tree.

The eleventh day of Christmas

My true love sent to me

Eleven ladies dancing,

Ten pipers piping,

Nine drummers drumming,

Eight maids a-milking

Seven swans a-swimming,

Six geese a-laying,

Five gold rings,

Four colly birds,

Three French hens,

Two turtle doves, and

A partridge in a pear tree.

The twelfth day of Christmas

My true love sent to me

Twelve lords a-leaping,

Eleven ladies dancing,

Ten pipers piping,

Nine drummers drumming,

Eight maids a-milking,

Seven swans a-swimming,

Six geese a-laying,

Five gold rings,

Four colly birds,

Three French hens,

Two turtle doves, and

A partridge in a pear tree.

The Night Before Christmas ~ by Clement Clarke Moore

?Twas the night before Christmas, when 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 sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled down 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 the lustre of mid-day 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, DONNER 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 house-top 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 hand, 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 !?