What better way to pass the good cheer of the Christmas than by greeting your teacher with Christmas poems?
Thank you teacher poems will highlight your teacher Christmas gifts, many students, kids’ parents choose to send a Christmas gift instead when they want to say “Thank you” but if you want to make it more personalized, customize a Christmas plaque with engraved Christmas poem will be unique and creative.
Below are a few teacher Christmas poems for you to browse:
Teacher, Listen to Me, Merry Christmas
Though the evening comes with slow steps and has signaled for all songs to cease;
Though your students have gone to their rest and you are tired;
Though fear broods in the dark and the face of the sky is veiled;
Yet, teacher, O my teacher, listen to me, Merry Christmas!
That is not the gloom of the leaves of the forest, that is the silvery notes of the little bells of Christmas Father.
That is not the dance of the flowering jasmine that is flashing star on the Christmas tree
Ah, where is my stocking, where is my red box?
Teacher, O my teacher, listen to me, Merry Christmas
Christmas Boats for You
I float my paper boats one by one down the running stream.
In big black letters I write your name on them and the messages of Christmas appreciation and blessing.
I hope that someone in some strange hand will find them and know how much I appreciate and love you.
I load my little Christmas boats with poinsettia from our garden,
And hope that these bright, red, star-shaped poinsettias will be carried safely to land in the Christmas Eve.
Teacher Christmas Song of Mine
This Christmas song of mine will wind its music around you, my teacher, like the fond arms of love.
This Christmas song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss of blessings.
When you are alone it will sit by your side and whisper in your ear,
When you are in the crown it will fence you about with aloofness.
It will be like the faithful star overhead when dark night is over your road.
Supposing I become a poinsettia, as unique Christmas gift for you,
And grew on a branch high up that Christmas tree
And shook in the wind with laughter and danced upon the newly budded leaves,
Would you know me, teacher?
I should slyly open my petals and watch you at your work.
When after your bath, with wet hair spread on your shoulders,
You walk through the shadow of the Christmas tree to the little court where you say your prayers
You would notice the scent of the flower,
But not know that it came from me.