Christmas is one of the biggest festivals of the
year, celebrated principally by people of the Christian faith, though
now a day's people of different faiths also celebrate the festival in a
similar spirit. Christmas is a time to rejoice and laugh. During
Christmas hence what could be a better way to laugh then recite to your
loved ones, funny Christmas poems. Christmas has been quite a popular
subject amongst poets both amateur as well as experts. The subject has
been explored by poets, giving the happy and festive occasion a funny
and ticklish character through there poems. Here we have given few
Christmas poems that are funny as well as tell a Christmas story, you
can share to laugh with your loved ones.
The first poem is by Patrick Winstanley and is a mean but rib-tickling
poem which might disappoint little kids as the poet is canceling
Christmas.
Christmas May Be Cancelled
Christmas may be cancelled
The reindeer are on strike
Santa's stuck in Lapland
Forget your brand new bike
Christmas isn't cancelled
Royal Mail saves the day
Postmen playing Santa
Expect that bike mid-May
The next poem is by an anonymous poet, in which he or she is
complaining about the fact that Christmas has not spared any time by
their loved ones for the poet and his/her brother.
Christmas Is Great But…
Christmas is great but,
Everyone's insane!
Going crazy with this funny Christmas game
Wrapping gifts and cooking food
and no one has time or is not in the mood.
Giving gifts to one another
No one has time for my brother
No attention for me at all
I can't even go to the mall!
Christmas morning comes and what do I see
A huge Christmas present for me under the tree!
The poem is a rib-tickling take on the Christmas of the eighties. Go
back in flash back and enjoy the funny tale on how Christmas was
celebrated in the eighties.
An Eighties Christmas Flashback
'Twas the night before Friday
and all through the town,
no cops were cruising,
no narks were around.
As we all rolled our joints
to be put in our sacks,
we knew that soon
we'd be stoned to the max.
We drank Jack Daniel's
And smoked Panama Red,
a hit of tea
and man I felt dead.
We were all up that midnight
all of the day, when
there was a knock at the door
that gave us away.
There stood a man
wearing a smile,
so we invited him in
to party a while.
What to our red,
glassy eyes should appear,
two pounds of Columbia
and a case of beer.
So we sat down
and he started to roll,
filled up a glass
and lit up a bowl.
We ask the man
what was his name,
he said Saint Nichol
and drugs is my fame.
So as the man
strutted out of sight,
he said mari-ju-ana to all
and to all a good night.
