The following poems have appeared in Christmas cards I’ve made over many years. You can also see photographs of most cards at Haiku Christmas Cards. Also see “Angles We Have Heard On High,” Holiday Haiku, and my 2022 Holiday Haiku video installation.       +       +




                                                                winter stillness . . .

                                                                a strand of tinsel

                                                                in the tilted pine

                                                                                                                                  Christmas morning

                                                                                                                                       a drift of snow

                                                                                                                                through the sun porch

Christmas morning . . .

my neighbour’s brass door knocker

dusted with snow

                                                                toll booth lit for Christmas—

                                                                from my hand to hers

                                                                warm change

                                                                                                                                home for Christmas:

                                                                                                                                my childhood desk drawer


northern lights—

    snow sifts

through the bird feeder

                                                                deep red sunset

                                                                on Christmas Eve—

                                                                the phone’s sudden ring

                                                                                                                                distant church bells . . .

                                                                                                                                a sparrow’s breath

                                                                                                                                lost in the holly berries

home on Christmas Eve—

the street-corner santa

unbuttons his shirt

                                                                crackling fire—

                                                                a hint of eggnog

                                                                in her kiss