5 Poems About the True Meaning of Christmas

The true meaning of Christmas often gets lost in the rush of the season: the shopping, the parties, the baking, and the wrapping of presents. But the essence of the season is that God gave us the greatest gift of all time—his own Son, Jesus Christ:

For a child is born to us, a son is given to us.
The government will rest on his shoulders.
And he will be called: Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. (Isaiah, NLT)

The gift of Jesus brings great joy to everyone who receives him. The purpose of Christmas is to share this gift so the whole world will know the love of our Savior.

Christmas Poems About Jesus

Allow these Christmas poems about Jesus and thoughtful meditations help you focus on the true meaning of Christmas—the birth of our Savior:

The True Meaning of Christmas

In today's day and time,
It's easy to lose sight,
Of the true meaning of Christmas
And one special night.

When we go shopping,
We say, "How much will it cost?"
Then the true meaning of Christmas,
Somehow becomes lost.

Amidst the tinsel, glitter
And ribbons of gold,
We forget about the child,
Born on a night so cold.

The children look for Santa
In his big, red sleigh
Never thinking of the child
Whose bed was made of hay.

In reality,
When we look into the night sky,
We don't see a sleigh
But a star, burning bright and high.

A faithful reminder,
Of that night so long ago,
And of the child we call Jesus,
Whose love the world would know.

--By Brian K. Walters

The Purpose of Christmas

Just one week before Christmas
Once prayers had been heard,
The people were scurrying
To get out God’s Word.

The hymns were being sung
To Holy God above,
In thanks for Him sending,
Jesus Christ and His love.

Christmas brings remembrance
Of family and friends,
And the importance of our sharing
A love without end.

Our blessings are too numerous,
Our hearts filled with joy,
Yet our eyes have often drifted
Away from our Lord!

The Christmas season brings forth
The best in most souls,
To help those less fortunate
And lighten their load.

Salvation was offered
For all to receive,
If only each person
Would listen, heed and believe.

So if you don’t know Him
Down deep in your heart,
Ask Him to save you now
You’ll be changed on the spot.

--By Cheryl White

Christmas Eve

Today in the town of David
A Savior has been born;
We praise the Father of all mankind
For Jesus Christ, God’s Son!

Kneel before the holy babe
It was for us he came to save;
Give to him our wisest gifts
Gold and myrrh and frankincense.

Gold: Our money give unto Him
To help us serve in the world of sin!

Myrrh: To share in his sorrows and those of the world.
To love each other in one accord!

Frankincense: The adoration of a consecrated life,
Give to the Lord this sacrifice.

No greater gift was ever given
Than Jesus Christ come down from heaven;
Let thankful hearts rejoice in praise,
On this most holy day of days!

Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift (2 Corinthians 9:15).

--By Lynn Moss

Be It Unto Me!

O blessed Virgin, rejoice!
An angelic voice
On the wings of joy
Brings a plea, a choice.

To undo the deed
Of the dark deceit,
Hidden on the tree,
Apple sought by Eve,
Falling unforeseen,
Our ancestral sin
Shall be healed by Thee.

How shall this be?
Light of Life in me?
God in flesh concealed,
Father's will revealed,
The universe receives
The Son of God, indeed?

How shall this be?
Lord, I beg of Thee,
Hearken unto me!
How shall this be?

On Thy holy hill,
Thy celestial winds,
Life creating springs,
Streams of mystery,
Veiled eternity,
Lord, enlighten me!
How shall this be?

Lo, in the whirlwind
Time has ceased to be,
God's awaiting Thee,
Holy mystery,
Silence deep within.

Just one word to hear,
Our salvation's near,
The Virgin's soul beams,
On her lips appear
Like the streams of Eden:
"Be it unto me!"

--By Andrey Gidaspov

Once in a Manger

Once in a manger, a long time ago,
Before there was Santa and reindeer and snow,
A star shone down on humble beginnings below
Of a baby just born who the world would soon know.

Never before had there been such a sight.
Would the Son of a King have to suffer this plight?
Are there no armies to lead? Are there no battles to fight?
Shouldn't He conquer the world and demand His birthright?

No, this frail little infant asleep in the hay
Would change the whole world with the words He would say.
Not about power or demanding His way,
But mercy and loving and forgiving God's way.

For only through humbleness would the battle be won,
As shown by the actions of God's only true son.
Who gave up His life for the sins of everyone,
Who saved the whole world when His journey was done.

Many years have now passed since that night long ago
And now we have Santa and reindeer and snow
But down in our hearts the true meaning we know,
It is the birth of that child that makes Christmas so.

--By Tom Krause