Christmas Invitation/Verse Wording Ideas with Poems

Pets Are for Life, Not Just for Christmas

Pets are for life, not just for Christmas.
Each of us waits for the joy of a home.
Take one of us in and you'll never go kissless,
So long as you treat us as one of your own.

There Is No Better Bonus than Just You

There is no bonus better than just you,
Of more immediate and lasting worth.
This season of glad tidings and great girth
Has resonance in all the good you do.
Even though the turning of the Earth
Brings forth hopes and resolutions new,
Of sovereigns singular and bosses few
Sing only of an annual rebirth,
Songs of gentle hearts and grateful mirth.

Though This May Be Our Christmas Last

Though this may be our Christmas last,
It is a time of cheer.
We dance within a theater vast,
Yet live from year to year.

All that we have shared remains
Within when we are gone,
Just as a house, though long since dust,
Might well remain a home.

And so we lift this glass of joy
Once more on Christmas Eve,
For time ought not such times destroy,
Nor gifts untimely leave.

What Does Santa Bring for Daddies

What does Santa bring for daddies,
Too old to want a toy?
Wallets, watches, ties, and sweaters
Don’t make for much joy.

What do daddies want for Christmas,
Really, in their hearts?
So perfect that they’d shriek like kids
Once the shredding starts?

Oh, Daddy! Is there anything
You want beneath the tree?
Other than, of course, to watch
Me open gifts for me?

When Death Must Come at Christmastime

When death must come at Christmastime,
There is a special grief,
A mourning that must mix with joy,
A pain that must be brief.

There is an anguish underneath
The labyrinth of light
That longs for simple emptiness
To contemplate the night.

But life must bubble on its way
And pleasure be put on,
For neither sorrow nor delight
Is ever left alone.

And, like the Virgin, we must smile
With enigmatic grace
As we receive the fragile gift
That nothing can replace.

The Druids Thought the Mistletoe

The Druids thought the mistletoe
Would stop the meanest witches,
Cure the most severe disease,
Keep cradles safe from switches.

Enemies laid down their arms
Beneath its pungent spell.
For one whole day they could not fight,
Though hatred fire the will.

In later centuries it served
To force a willing kiss.
For those reluctant on their own
It was the door to bliss.

Today it is a symbol of
The mystic powers of Earth,
For when the sun's about to die
In love we find rebirth.

To You a Season of Melodious Tidings

To you a season of melodious tidings.
In darkness may life be a lovely flame.
Now the year turns back towards warmth and passion
As all our dying dreams are born again.

Wacky Carols

Evil knight, wholly night,
Vests his dough in a young nerd bright.
Even so, the malevolent childe
Loses his shirt in a downturn mild,
Yielding sword and piece.
Now we will never have peace.

Angels often herd on high,
Nodding nimbly all the day.
God says little in reply,
Echoing what actors say:
Less is more-o-o-o-o-or-o-o-o-o-or-o-o-o-o-oria,
As one seeks the way-o.

There is no well, the angels did say,
In search of a hot tub in which they might lay,
Nor more than one shepherd to manage the sheep,
A lover of Oprah, demented but deep.

Praise be the shoppers, toyful and triumphant,
And the package tourists bound for Bethlehem.
Underneath their passions, they remain but angels,
Living to adore Him
As they serve other lords.

Give us what we're asking for, or we will you dismay.
In Heaven God may reign, but we want toys on Christmas Day!
Unless you do, some things you cherish well might go astray,
Like that Longines watch that long has been your joy, long your joy,
If you don't give in, you just might lose your joy!