6 result(s) for Christmas Poems About Palm Trees, Children And Santa.
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Sandcastles in Santa's Sunshine
Beneath the palms, the children run,
Their bare feet hot upon the sun,
While Santa, sweating in his red,
Waves from his sleigh, a ho-ho-head.
No snow to build a snowman tall,
So sandcastles rise to meet the call;
They pat the sand with buckets bright,
And crown each tower with a light.
The palms sway gently, green and wide,
As ocean waves roll past the tide,
And carols drift on breezes warm,
Where Christmas wears a summer form.
So here's to joy in shorts and sun,
To palm-tree lights and holiday fun,
Where children build and dreams take flight,
And Christmas glows in golden light.
Coconut Christmas Morning
Before the sun has climbed the hill,
the palm trees whisper, soft and still,
and children tiptoe past the sand
to find their gifts beneath the strand.
Santa's sleigh is wet with spray,
his reindeer swim to bring the day,
and every wave that hums ashore
sings lullabies they've sung before.
The breezes braid the coconut fronds,
the seagulls laugh at silly bonds,
and little feet in sandy prints
chase footprints of the jolly hints.
So hear the ocean's gentle hum,
the palms that sway, the Christmas drum,
for even where the sunlight glows,
the holiday wind still whispers slows.
Wishes Written in Sand
Beneath the palm trees, swaying slow,
A child kneels down where the warm waves go.
With a stick of driftwood, bold and bright,
She writes her wishlist in the sand so white.
A bike, a kite, a bucket and spade,
A puppy's bark in the summer shade.
She signs her name with a curl and a star,
Then whispers, "Santa, you know where we are!"
The tide creeps in with a patient hush,
And smooths each letter to a gentle blush.
Yet Santa's sleigh, with its jingling bells,
Skims the waves where the wishing dwells.
No snow, no hearth, no chimney high,
Just sun-warmed sand beneath a tropic sky.
And still the magic finds its way,
To every child who writes and plays.
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Sunshine Under the Palms
Our window opens to a golden sky,
Where palm trees sway and gentle breezes sigh.
No snow has fallen on the sandy shore,
Yet Christmas dawn has come, and we adore.
We tiptoe down with giggles, bare of feet,
To find our gifts wrapped bright and light and sweet.
The tree of palms stands tall beside the door,
Its fronds all hung with ribbon, shining more.
Santa, you left your sleigh beneath the sun,
And all the reindeer rested, every one.
You sailed across the waves to find our home,
And left us presents wrapped in shades of foam.
So here we sit in sunshine, warm and free,
With palm trees whispering our merry glee.
The coldest season never reached this shore,
But joy has come to stay forevermore.
Santa's Tropical Sack
Down the sandy shore he came,
No sleigh of snow, no reindeer's name,
Just palm trees swaying, warm and bright,
And children waiting through the night.
His sack was heavy, stitched with care,
With mangoes, coconuts, and pear,
Pineapples sweet and papayas gold,
And dolls and kites and tops to hold.
He tiptoed past the sleeping palms,
And left his gifts like tropic psalms,
A ball for Lila, a boat for Sam,
A hammock woven for the lamb.
The children woke to sun and sea,
With fruit and toys beneath each tree,
And Santa waved from his boat so free,
Saying, "Merry Christmas, from the sea!"
Sandcastles for Santa
Beneath the swaying palms of gold,
the children dig with hands so bold.
The sun is warm, the sea breeze sings,
and still they dream of sleigh-bell things.
They shape a tower, a castle wall,
a tiny keep for Santa's call.
"He'll find us here," the youngest says,
"he'll track us through the sandy days."
No snow falls soft on Christmas Eve,
but tides roll in and sea-foam weave
a lace of white along the shore,
like winter's gift they've waited for.
So when the stars come out to play,
and palm fronds rustle, bright and gray,
the children wait with hearts aglow,
for Santa's sleigh to skim below.
