Someone, or possibly more than one person, keeps finding this blog by searching for creepy Christmas poems.
If they ever read this post, I hope they know it was written in direct response to the multiple queries that have popped up in my analytics.
I more or less stopped celebrating Christmas years ago when I moved far away from home, deconverted from my childhood religion, accepted a job in an industry that was always busy and stressful in December, and found myself overwhelmed by the sentimentality and consumerism of secular Christmas.
Now I sound like a grumpy character at the beginning of a Christmas movie who is about to learn a valuable life lesson, but that’s honestly not how I think about this holiday at all.
I enjoy the lights, food, and music that is traditionally shared now, and I cheer for everyone who finds meaning in the other aspects of Christmas (and/or any other winter holiday) as well.
I simply know what my limits are. Luckily, those limits include creepy Christmas poems when new readers show up here looking for them. Here are some poems that celebrate Christmas without a single ounce of sentimentality.
A Christmas Ghost Story by Thomas Hardy
Yule Horror by H.P. Lovecraft
Scary Christmas by Donald R. Wolff JR
Christmas Ghost by Andrew Green
Christmas Poems (That Won’t Make You Throw Up) by various authors
Holiday Horror: A True Story by Lucy Giardino Cortese
Merry Christmas from the Void (an analysis of three H.P. Lovecraft poems)
Merry Christmas by Langston Hughes (scroll down to read it).
Which creepy Christmas poems would you add to this list?