New Year came!

New Year has come! Hooray!
You are like white snow -
Holiday of peace and goodness
Divide it among everyone!
Dispel grief and sadness!..
Again until January
Fly quickly across the Earth,
Giving us happiness!

Hello New Year!

It smells like fresh tar again,
We gathered at the Christmas tree,
Our Christmas tree is dressed up,
The lights on it came on.

Games, jokes, songs, dances!
Masks flash here and there...
You are a bear and I am a fox.
What miracles!

Let's dance together,
Hello, hello, New Year!

New Year's Eve

They say: on New Year's Eve
Whatever you want -
Everything will always happen
Everything always comes true.

Even guys can
All wishes come true
It is only necessary, they say,
Make an effort.

Don't be lazy, don't yawn
And have patience
And don’t count your studies
For your torment.

Most best holiday

Look at the calendar -
January is approaching.
This means New Year
Getting ready to go on a hike.
The snow sparkles brightly,
I'm both happy and hot.
This means that in winter -
My best holiday.
We are so tired today -
At home we decorated the Christmas tree.
This means New Year
Will definitely come!

Winter guest

We won't see him in the spring,
He won't come even in the summer,
But in winter to our children
He comes every year.

He has a bright blush,
Beard like white fur
Interesting gifts
He will cook for everyone.

Happy New Year,
He will light a lush Christmas tree,
Amusing the kids
He will join us in a round dance.

We meet him together
We are great friends with him...
But drink hot tea
This is not allowed as a guest!

N. Naydenova

Winter's Tale

Winter circles the entire planet,
And the fairy tale wanders around the world with her,
On New Year's Eve he comes into the house
And we are waiting for her today.
She's on her way now.
And soon he will knock on the door.

funny toys

There are funny toys on our Christmas tree:
Funny hedgehogs and funny frogs,
Funny bears, funny deer,
Funny walruses and funny seals.

We are also a little funny in masks,
Santa Claus needs us to be funny,
So that it would be joyful, so that laughter could be heard,
After all, today is a happy holiday for everyone!

What is New Year?

What is New Year?
This is a friendly round dance,
This is the laughter of happy guys
Near all the decorated Christmas trees.

What is New Year?
Everyone knows in advance;
These are pipes and violins,
Jokes, songs and smiles.

The one who wants to be cheerful
If it were this New Year,
May you be with us today
Sings a sonorous song!

Merry New Year

Will come to visit us soon
Happy New Year!
And a whole cart of gifts
Santa Claus will cook!

Come see us little animals
Bring us toys
Let's decorate the Christmas tree!
Let's bring the holiday closer!

The night in which one year gives way to another, accompanied by miracles and gifts, a time when preparations for the holiday are underway everywhere, is colorfully described in children's poems about the New Year. They will help maintain a cozy atmosphere of warmth and joy on New Year's days, complement the cheerful chaos and convey impressions and happiness with their eyes. different people celebrating the holiday.

New Year's fairy tale and reality

How can we explain this unusual behavior of people on New Year's Day? The poems tell us that the New Year is not an ordinary moment to mark the change of the calendar.

Yes, another page of life has been “written” in which many events have happened. Each of them contributed: success, experience, knowledge, meeting new people. For children, a successful year is described by important achievements. They can be good behavior, diligent study and positive grades. A wonderfully completed school semester is one of the good reasons to celebrate the holiday with joy. There may be several trips in a whole year. And it doesn’t matter where: to the warm sea or to grandma’s in a nice village. Such pleasant events for children in the year can be new friends or their soul mate. Each event leaves its own vivid impressions. Of course, there were many not very pleasant moments, but is it really worth remembering them on a wonderful day? winter holiday? New Year is a time to forget grievances and troubles and an opportunity to become closer to each other. The New Year holidays bring great joy and well-deserved rest, along with festive fun, to schoolchildren and students.

Such a huge number of life events is just one of the reasons to have a good time with loved ones. The most important thing that all people expect in the New Year is big miracle. Poems about the New Year are filled with a fabulous mood that immerses you in extraordinary euphoria. The expectation of magic, which will bring happiness and make the world around us extraordinary, pushes us to create this fairy tale ourselves. Fantasies and emotions of the upcoming fun merge into a single whole in the beautiful lines of the poets.

Holiday symbols

Russians celebrate the New Year on a grand scale. The established traditions unite many people. They combine special details to make the celebration unlike any other holiday of the year.

The main symbol is a Christmas tree decorated with multi-colored garlands, beautiful shiny balls and a bright star. Poems about the New Year describe her as an elegant beauty, without whom it is impossible to New Year's fairy tale. The Christmas tree is installed at all winter celebrations of this time. She decorates every home, any children's party. A wonderful part of the celebration in kindergarten, in city squares and houses there are round dances around the green princess. Installed on Red Square in Moscow main tree country - the tallest, thoroughbred representative of the coniferous forest.

Father Frost and his granddaughter Snegurochka give good gifts to all children. In poetry, the kind grandfather personifies the image of a venerable old man with a long gray beard, rosy cheeks and a silver staff in his hand.

Exactly at midnight the Kremlin chimes strike 12 times. The poems describe how thousands of fireworks take off in continuous volleys, illuminating the starry night sky. The crystal ringing, accompanied by numerous congratulations and joyful laughter, means that children, together with adults, are celebrating the beginning of the New Year, a new period in their lives. Poems about the New Year will help convey to children the traditions of a noisy celebration celebrated in a warm festive atmosphere.

Father Frost

To our Christmas tree - oh-oh-oh!
Santa Claus is coming alive.
- Well, Grandfather Frost!..
What cheeks!
What a nose!..
A beard, a beard!..
And there's a star on the hat!
There are specks on the nose!
And those eyes... are daddy's!

A. Shibaev

Poems about Santa Claus

Who's come?

Who's come?
What did you bring?
We know:
Father Frost,
Gray-haired grandfather,
With beard,
He is our dear guest.
He will light our Christmas tree,
He will sing songs with us.

E. Blaginina

Walking the street
Santa Claus,
Frost is scattering
Along the branches of birch trees;
Walks with a beard
White is shaking,
Stomping his foot
There is only a crash.

S. Drozhzhin

Snow Maiden

At the entrance, on the site
I collected the snow with a shovel.
There was at least a little snow
I made a Snow Maiden.
I put it in the corridor,
And she... melted!

Yu. Shigaev

Father Frost

Santa Claus walked through the forest
Past the maples and birches,
Past the clearings, past the stumps,
I walked through the forest for eight days.

He walked through the forest -
I decorated the Christmas trees with beads.
On this New Year's night
He will bring them to the boys.

There is silence in the clearings,
The yellow moon is shining...
All the trees are silver
Hares are dancing on the mountain,
The ice sparkles on the pond,
New Year is coming!

Z. Alexandrova

Winter guest

We won't see him in the spring,
He won't come even in the summer,
But in winter to our children
He comes every year.

He has a bright blush,
Beard like white fur
Interesting gifts
He will cook for everyone.

Happy New Year,
He will light a lush Christmas tree,
Amusing the kids
He will join us in a round dance.

We meet him together
We are great friends...
But drink hot tea
This is not allowed as a guest!

N. Naydenova

Poems about Santa Claus

Father Frost

I am Frost, Red Nose,
With a white beard.
I'll pinch you to tears!
Don't joke with me.
For what, why
Should I be angry?
I came to you, friends,
To have fun!
New Year, New Year
I'm meeting you
Happy New Year to all of you
I congratulate you.

E. Boguslavskaya

Father Frost

It has grown to my eyebrows,
He got into my felt boots.
They say he is Santa Claus
And he plays pranks like a little boy.

He ruined the water tap
In our washbasin.
They say he has a beard
And he plays pranks like a little boy.

He draws on glass
Palm trees, stars, skiffs.
They say he is a hundred years old
And he plays pranks like a little boy.

E. Tarakhovskaya

Santa Claus is hurrying to the Christmas tree

Santa Claus is hurrying to the Christmas tree -
He is not tired and not cold,
After all, the sled is fast
They're taking him from a fairy tale.

From a snowy fairyland
And the unknown side
Sled with bells
They fly across the sky on their own.

And, parting the clouds,
The frost is slightly worried,
After all, the guys are waiting for him -
And birds and animals:
Wolf cub, elk and wood grouse,
Fox, bullfinches, bullfinches.
His hamster is waiting in the hole.
And bunnies on the hill.

Grandfather Frost has arrived,
I brought new gifts -
Candies and toys,
Garlands and firecrackers!
- How glad, little animals, to see you!

I'll pamper everyone now!
Stand by the Christmas tree
And join hands!
Girlfriend Christmas tree, light up,
Shine with bright lights!

Let the balls
They sparkle with wonderful light!
Santa Claus made it to the Christmas tree,
He didn't stop and didn't freeze.
Songs flow by the Christmas tree,
Everyone is dancing and laughing!

O. Korneeva

In defense of Santa Claus

My brother (he has outgrown me)
Brings everyone to tears.
He told me that Santa Claus
Not Santa Claus at all!

He told me:
- Don't believe in him!
But here I am
The door opened
And suddenly I see -
Grandfather enters.

He has a beard
Dressed in a sheepskin coat,
Toe loop to the very toes!
He says:
-Where is the Christmas tree?
Do the children sleep?

With a big silver
By the bag
Costs,
Covered with snow,
In a fluffy hat
Grandfather.

And the older brother
Secretly repeats:
- Yes, this is our neighbor!
How can you not see: the nose is similar!

Both arms and back!
I answer: - Well then!
And you look like your grandmother,
But you're not her!

A. Barto

Santa Claus puts all the bunnies under the Christmas tree...

Santa Claus puts all the bunnies under the Christmas tree
By soft toy- fluffy wolf.
Let every coward play the one
Who brings terror to him in the forest.

And each fox gets a new comb
For fashionable, shiny and red hairstyles.

So that there is no time for the bunnies to offend -
You have to keep your hair in order.

What does Santa Claus have in store for the bear cub?
A basket of raspberries? Honey from a barrel?
Left under a huge forest spruce
An alarm clock that will wake up the bear in the spring.

N. Stozhkova

Oh, Frost, Red Nose...

Oh, Frost, Red Nose,
We don't know you.
And you, Santa Claus,
We welcome you with joy.

Oh, Frost, Red Nose,
Let's sing a song
And you in a round dance
We invite children.

Oh, Frost, Red Nose,
Hit your palms harder
And we have more fun
The legs will dance.

E. Boguslavskaya

Tired Santa Claus

To the Seryozha club late at night
Came running for a gift
And Santa Claus saw
he was lying under the Christmas tree.

He danced with the children all day
I read poetry all day,
But the childish hubbub just stopped,
Grandfather fell under the Christmas tree.

The old man got tired during the day,
After all, he is so old!
He loves everyone, gives everything to everyone,
Only he has no gift.

Don't wake him, Seryoga,
Let the old man take a nap
Putting your ball under your feet
And the car is sideways.

S. Vostokov

Snow Maiden

She's wearing white boots
And in a blue fur coat
Bouquet of ripe snowflakes
Brings it to you and me.

White-white to the waist
Luxurious braid
And warm, warm
Radiant eyes.

Mittens in transparent pieces of ice
And she's wearing a hat.
You give us light and joy,
Children's favorite.

Tatiana Gusarova

Poems about Santa Claus

Father Frost

Oh, so good
Good Santa Claus!
Christmas tree for us for the holiday
Brought it from the forest.

The lights are sparkling
Red, blue,
It's good for us, Christmas tree,
Have fun with you!

We removed the tree
In a festive outfit.
Lights on the branches
They burn merrily.

Let everyone at the Christmas tree
He will dance and sing,
We have fun together
Let's celebrate the New Year!

S. Pogorelovsky

About Santa Claus

Santa Claus on New Year's Eve
Everything you want will be brought.
Make a wish -
And dreams will come true.

I didn't just make a wish -
I drew on the sheets of paper,
I put them under the tree,
Carefully covered it with cotton wool,
I didn’t tell my mom and dad
What I wished for myself.

And so it happened. Father Frost,
I brought everything I wanted.
It's a pity, it's only once a year
He cares about us.

Tatiana Gusarova

Poems about Santa Claus

Song of Santa Claus

Last page of the calendar
Left on the wall.
I worked all year not in vain!
It's time for me to hit the road!

I'll travel hundreds of miles in a row,
So that on the night of New Year
Put on a Christmas tree outfit
And she got up in a round dance.

I will give gifts to children,
After all, there is no one kinder than me!
I don't want a better award
What joy to all children!

Yu. Entin

Paper Santa Claus

Paper Santa Claus
He is gray-haired and important,
With a beard and a bag,
With a wooden staff...
A whole year on the mezzanine
He lay in the dust, in captivity.
And now he's standing on a chair
He is under the tree, on guard -
The NEW YEAR awaits.
- Quiet!
Do you hear?
It's coming!!!

S. Pshenichnykh

If the frost ends,
The snow will melt white,
What about Grandfather Frost?
Will the poor person do it?

From his beard then
It will also start dripping,
Water will run off it
Streams onto the floor.

Dear Grandfather Frost,
Darling, darling!
Hide, Grandfather Frost,
In our refrigerator!

V. Danko

Winter

Santa Claus painted.
He dressed the pole with snow,
The garden was covered in snow.
Shouldn't we get used to the snow?
Should we hide our nose in a fur coat?
As soon as we come out, we shout:
- Hello Dedushka Moroz!
Let's ride and have fun!
Light sleds - take off!
Who will fly like a bird
Who will curl up right in the snow.
The snow is fluffy, softer than cotton wool,
Let's shake ourselves off and run.
We are funny guys
We don't shiver from the cold.

L. Voronkova

Poems about the Snow Maiden

Snow Maiden

Our windows are brushed white
I made a snow maiden
Put it in plain sight
Girly Snow Maiden
Under the apple tree in the garden.

My princess is standing
Under the round tree -
Princess-princess,
Pretty face.

In a brocade jacket
Stands brighter than dawn
And large ones on the neck
Ambers are playing.

She will leave my garden
Only the sun will burn:
It will spill, melt,
It will flow away with the streams.

But if I click, it will respond
My Snow Maiden
That echoes from the well,
That's the voice of the stream,

That's a swan swimming
In the cloudy pond,
That apple tree blooming
In my native garden.

E. Blaginina

Father Frost

At night there is flying snow in the field,
Silence.
In the dark sky, in a soft cloud
The moon is sleeping.
Quiet in the field. Dark-dark
Looks at the forest.
Santa Claus, a huge old man,
I got off the tree.
He is all white, all new,
All in the stars
In a white hat and down ones
Boots.
All covered in silver icicles
Beard.
He has a whistle in his mouth
Made from ice.
Higher, higher
Santa Claus grows up.
Here he is out
Because of the fir trees and birches.
Here he stomped
Grabbed a pine tree
And clapped
Moon with a snow mitten.
He walked
He shook his head.
He whistled
In your icy whistle.
All snowflakes
They lay down in the snowdrifts,
All snowflakes
The lights lit up.

M. Klokova

Santa Claus is coming

Now in the fields, now in the forests,
Between birch trunks
To us on the troika with bells
Santa Claus is coming.
Trots and gallops
Knowing what's coming
Straight along the secret paths
New Year to the people.
Snow enveloped in soft cotton wool
Birch branches...

Red-cheeked, bearded
Santa Claus is coming.

G. Tukai

The most important of the guests

Who is in a smart warm fur coat,
With a long white beard,
Comes to visit on New Year's Day,
Both ruddy and gray-haired?

He plays with us, dances,
It makes the holiday more fun!
- Santa Claus on our Christmas tree
The most important of the guests!

I. Chernitskaya

Freezing

The sun just touched the roof, -
Santa Claus left the house,
Frost hurried to the river
With a white cloud in hand.

On the paths, on the paths,
Where there were puddles,
Santa Claus throws ice cubes
And spinning on the ice.

It glides along the river, freezes,
The willows breathe gray hair,
Snow throws under the runners
Ice mitten.

And then, grabbing with an armful,
Pours it on the porch,
Hitting the glass with a frozen cap,
Mischievously dusty in the face.

How about catching up? Go! Try!
Frost will lead into the snowdrifts,
And in the snowdrifts there is a tower.
Winter itself lives there.

G. Lagzdyn

A. Usachev
MAIL OF SANTA CLAUS

Behind the blue-blue forest,
Beyond the distant, distant thicket
In the land of huge fir trees
and fabulous birches
Hanging mailbox
Shiny from frost...
Written on the box: “Santa Claus.”

At Grandfather Frost's
A lot of serious matters:
He cooks miracles
which we are waiting for...
As long as we believe in fairy tales,
In his magical mansion
A letter is flying north
With a postal bullfinch.

Whole bags of letters
Worn under birch:
To grandfather's village -
Grandfather Frost.
Like northern birds.
Letters are flying all the time
From little ones to adults
from all over the earth.
These letters will tell
What do children dream about?
And how we spent the spring and summer.
Behind the blue-blue forest,
Beyond the distant, distant thicket
The light in Santa Claus's window doesn't go out...
From all the children in the world
He receives letters
And he will be happy to receive greetings from you.

Yu. Kushak
THE SNOW MAIDEN'S JOURNEY

The Snow Maiden's sleigh is racing,
To be in time for Christmas
Go around all the back streets,
Don't offend anyone!

Many animals fell into hibernation -
So the holidays will sleep away:
Shouldn't we stop by on the way?
Should I congratulate the cubs?

But the Bear can’t believe it,
Whoever knocks will not understand!
- Merry Christmas to you, Bear,
Here's flower honey for you!

Bear cubs - oh, pranksters!
They climb into the pot with their paws
And for the first time they see the holidays,
And there is snow on the Christmas trees.

And Beaver came out at the knock -
She took gifts for the beavers,
And she brought it to her beautiful guest
A mug of cranberries from a hole.

A sleigh stood near the river -
No, it’s not just like that:
The fish are playing tag here,
And Cancer spends the winter at the bottom.

Cancer came out to the call of the Snow Maiden
He hasn’t seen winter in a century, -
I asked for a piece of bun.

Time to sleep! - said to the Snow Maiden
And he waved his claw.
Sleep, sleep, sleeping animals,
Wake up to spring.
There will be sleds sliding

Everything rings in a happy dream.
And the Snow Maiden went around
All the beauty of the forest,
Even squirrels have nuts
Gifted on the fly.

Snow Maiden-Blizzard is waiting,
Just waiting for its time:
After all, when they share with each other -
Christmas is coming!

Yu.ENTIN
TELL ME, SNOW Maiden, WHERE YOU HAVE BEEN...

Hare
Tell me, Snow Maiden,
Where were you?
Tell me, honey,
How are you?

Wolf
I was running after you,
Father Frost.
I've spilled a lot
Bitter tears!

Hare
You love me, my dear,
Sorry
And your love for me
Save!

Wolf
How can I not love you?
Dear Grandfather?!
How many winters have been spent
How many years!

Hare
Waiting for my gifts
Guys!
And you will get it
From me!

Wolf
Finally come true
All dreams.
My best gift -
It's you!

Hare
Come on, come on out and dance!

Wolf
No, Santa Claus!
No, Santa Claus!
No, Santa Claus, wait!

V. STEPANOV
New year's night

Oranges, tangerines -
Golden peel.
The toys are sleeping, Irina is sleeping,
Because it's time to sleep.
But he doesn’t sleep, he sits under the tree,
Santa Claus embroiders.
He took a needle from the tree,
Threaded a needle with light from the stars, n
Pulls a thread through a crack in the curtains -
The entire window is already covered in patterns.
Tomorrow Ira will get up early
And he will see on the window:
Silver sleighs rush
Through the silver country.

Z.Alexandrova
Herringbone

Little Christmas tree
It's cold in winter
A Christmas tree from the forest.
We took it home.

Little white bunny
Christmas tree asked:
"Mint Gingerbread"
Bring it to the bunny!”

The squirrel was jumping
In a blue fur coat:
“Christmas tree, Christmas tree,
I will go with you!"

Little Christmas tree
The room is warm.
Hare and squirrel
They breathe on the glass.

Red finches
Hovering by the window
In a warm thawed patch
The Christmas tree is visible.

How many on the Christmas tree
Colored balls,
Pink gingerbread,
Golden cones!

How many under the tree
Little guys!
They stomp, they clap,
They shout cheerfully:

“Christmas tree, Christmas tree,
Bright lights,
Blue beads
Christmas tree, ring,

An elegant branch
Lower it lower
Us chocolate
Treat me to some fish!

Let's stand under the Christmas tree
In a friendly round dance,
Fun, fun
Let's celebrate the New Year."

Poems about Santa Claus

Illustrations by E. Almazov and Shvarov

bear dream

Sympathizes with the bear
Forest people in winter.
Never clubfoot
Didn't celebrate the New Year.

A barrel of honey for him
Santa Claus left
And he snores in the den,
Covering your nose with your palm.

But who will congratulate him?
You won't meet a daredevil.
Wake up the couch potato -
What if my sides get sore?
A. Kostikov

Santa Claus is coming
Now in the fields, now in the forests,
Between birch trunks
To us on the troika with bells
Santa Claus is coming.
Trots and gallops
Knowing what's coming
Straight along the secret paths
New Year to the people.
Snow enveloped in soft cotton wool
Birch branches...
Red-cheeked, bearded
Santa Claus is coming.
G. Tukay

Winter guest

We won't see him in the spring,
He won't come even in the summer,
But in winter to our children
He comes every year.
He has a bright blush,
Beard like white fur
Interesting gifts
He will cook for everyone.
Happy New Year,
He will light a lush Christmas tree,
Amusing the kids
He will join us in a round dance.
We meet him together
We are great friends...
But drink hot tea
This is not allowed as a guest!
N. Naydenova

Happy New Year

The wind flutters like a white bird,
Exciting snow-snow.
He knocks on my window:
"Happy New Year, my friend!"
To us in green clothes
A guest came from the forest,
Noisy meeting of animals
She brought it with her.
Here she is with green bangs
Christmas tree, there is a Christmas tree in our house,
So it's New Year!
He brings light to every home,
He has loads of gifts!
He gives those gifts
With a joke from Santa Claus.
We have fun singing, playing,
We can't be sad now!
Congratulations to all our friends:
- Happy New Year, friends!
G. Ramazanov

Christmas tree

Oh, what a dress the Christmas trees are!
They are always green
Your young needles
They never drop.

Oh, what a dress the Christmas tree is!
On the last day of December!
Like among her needles
Festive balloons are lit!

Oh, what a dress the Christmas trees are!
Oh, how fun the New Year is,
If Santa Claus is funny
Gives gifts to everyone!
K. Dayan

Snow fairy tale

There was a blizzard until the morning,
howling-howling...
Oh, snow, snow, snow,
Without end, without edge!

Oh, snowball, snowball, snowball,
show off, celebrate!
I lit hundreds of suns
You are in every snowflake.

Oh, snowballs, snowballs, snowballs,
fight on a snow hill!
Oh, sleds and skates,
Joy and delight!

Like the Snow Maidens, everything is covered in snow
pine and spruce.
Bullfinches to the snowman
They came to visit.

Lost ski path
in the boundless whiteness...
It's nice to drown
In this snowy fairy tale!
S. Pogorelovsky

"The Christmas tree is lit..."

The Christmas tree is lit with lights,
There are blue shadows underneath,
Spiny needles
It's like there's frost in the white.

She thawed in the warmth,
Straightened the needles
And with merry songs
We arrived at our Christmas tree.

Multi-colored toys
They hung it on it for us,
And we look at the Christmas tree,
And we have fun today.

The lights on the Christmas tree are bright
Lights up everywhere
In all the houses, all over the country
The guys are smiling.
L. Nekrasova

Christmas song

To us from Santa Claus,
All covered in silver dust,
Early in the morning from the collective farm
On top of a big cart
They brought the Christmas tree today.
Right up to the top of your head
We decorated the Christmas tree
The colorful toys shine,
And firecrackers give fireworks
In honor of Frost and Winter.

It became fun in the apartment,
Our round dance began to rustle.
Spread the circle wider
We lived together happily!
Let's celebrate the New Year together!
V. Gladysheva

Christmas tree

Growing up lonely
A slender Christmas tree in the forest,
I learned the cold from a young age,
I often saw thunderstorms.

But, having left my native forest,
Found a poor Christmas tree
A welcoming corner
Blossomed with new life.

Everything lit up with lights,
All dressed up in silver,
As if she was born again
IN better world moved.
I. Nikitin

Father Frost

Oh, so good
Good Santa Claus!
Christmas tree for our holiday
Brought it from the forest.
The lights are sparkling
Red, blue,
It's good for us, Christmas tree,
Have fun with you!

We removed the Christmas tree
In a festive outfit.
Lights on the branches
They burn merrily.

Let everyone at the Christmas tree
He will dance and sing,
We have fun together
Let's celebrate the New Year!
S. Pogorelovsky

New Year's Eve

On New Year's Eve, like in a fairy tale,
Full of miracles.
The Christmas tree is hurrying to catch the train,
Leaving the winter forest.
And the stars shine brightly
And they dance in circles
On New Year's Eve, on New Year's Eve
On New, New Year's Eve!

Little funny guys like snowflakes
They fly and fly all night.
And songs are everywhere
Sounds funny.
The wind whistles
Blizzard sings
On New Year's Eve, on New Year's Eve
On New, New Year's Eve!
V. Shumilin

Where does New Year come from?

Is New Year falling from the sky?
Or is it coming from the forest?
Or from a snowdrift
New Year is coming to us?
He probably lived like a snowflake
On some star
Or was he hiding behind a piece of fluff?
Frost in his beard?

He climbed into the refrigerator to sleep
Or to a squirrel in a hollow...
Or an old alarm clock
Did he get under the glass?

But there is always a miracle:
The clock strikes twelve...
And from nowhere
New Year is coming to us!
A. Usachev

Snow everywhere

There is snow everywhere, houses in the snow -
Winter brought him.
She hurried to us quickly,
She brought us bullfinches.

From dawn to dawn
Bullfinches glorify winter.
Santa Claus, like a little one,
Dancing near the rubble.

And I can too
So dance in the snow.
A. Brodsky

Song about the Christmas tree

What grows on the Christmas tree?
Cones and needles.
Multi-colored balls
They don't grow on the Christmas tree.
They don't grow on the Christmas tree
Gingerbread cookies and flags,
Nuts don't grow
In gold paper.
These flags and balloons
Grew up today
For Russian children
On New Year's holiday.
In the cities of my country,
In villages and towns
So many lights have grown
On merry Christmas trees!
S. Marshak

Christmas tree

The Christmas tree grew
In the forest on the mountain.
She has needles
In winter in silver.
She's got bumps
The ice is knocking
Snow coat
Lies on the shoulders.
A bunny lived under the Christmas tree
With my hare.
A flock arrived
Tap dancer from the fields.
We came to the Christmas tree
And wolves in winter...
We took away the Christmas tree
To my home.
Decorated the Christmas tree
IN new outfit -
On thick needles
The sparkles are burning.
The fun has begun -
Songs and dances!
Is it good, Christmas tree,
Do you want it with us?
E. Trutneva

The most important of the guests
I. Chernetskaya
- Who is wearing a smart, warm fur coat?
With a long white beard,
Comes to visit on New Year's Day,
Both ruddy and gray-haired?
He plays with us, dances,
It makes the holiday more fun!
- Santa Claus on our Christmas tree
The most important of the guests!

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“Father Frost puts all the bunnies under the tree...”
N. Stozhkova
Santa Claus puts all the bunnies under the Christmas tree
For a soft toy - a fluffy wolf.
Let every coward play the one
Who brings terror to him in the forest.
And each fox gets a new comb
For a trendy, shiny and red hairstyle.
So that there is no time for the bunnies to offend -
You have to keep your hair in order.
What does Santa Claus have in store for the bear cub?
A basket of raspberries? Honey from a barrel?
Left under a huge forest spruce
An alarm clock that will wake up the bear in the spring.

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FATHER FROST
Z. Alexandrova
Santa Claus walked through the forest
Past the maples and birches,
Past the clearings, past the stumps,
I walked through the forest for eight days.
He walked through the forest -
I decorated the Christmas trees with beads.
On this New Year's night
He'll take them down for the boys.
There is silence in the clearings,
The yellow moon is shining...
All the trees are silver
Hares are dancing on the mountain,
The ice sparkles on the pond,
New Year is coming!

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WINTER GUEST
N. Naydenova
We won't see him in the spring,
He won't come even in the summer,
But in winter to our children
He comes every year.
He has a bright blush,
Beard like white fur
Interesting gifts
He will cook for everyone.
Happy New Year,
He will light a lush Christmas tree,
Amusing the kids
He will join us in a round dance.
We meet him together
We are great friends with him...
But drink hot tea
This is not allowed as a guest!

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FATHER FROST
E. Boguslavskaya
I am Frost, Red Nose,
With a white beard.
I'll pinch you to tears!
Don't joke with me.
For what, why
Should I be angry?
I came to you, friends,
To have fun!
New Year, New Year
I'm meeting you
Happy New Year to all of you
I congratulate you.

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Freezing.
L. Kvitko.
I ran over the fence
And Frost stands and waits,
He walked next to me -
Not a step behind.
Our shirts are in the yard
They dance on a rope with the wind.
I'm running - Frost is behind me!
Frost attacked the linen,
Sharp icy dust
Got through him.
He grabbed it and made it hard -
And the laundry froze.
Place it on the snow - it won't fall.
Push it - it will go.
I pushed just barely -
The sheet went first
And the shirt walked
Sleeves spread out.
And little tailor Frost
It stings the cheeks, cuts the nose.
The wind rushed towards
He jumped on my shoulders.
The wind is an icy rider -
He whistles loudly behind his back.
Frozen spruce trees are cracking,
The sleigh creaks in the snow.

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New Year's drawing.
V. Churnosov.
This is what Santa Claus is!
Well drawn:
I came out with my bag not empty
Before the New Year!
How good is the old man?
In this picture:
Smiling, standing
At the spruce branches.
And he sings on the Christmas tree
There is a tit in front of him.
May you have a New Year
It will all be a dream.

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The real secret.
Yu. Moritz.
The Christmas tree is decorated, the pie is sighing,
The bell started playing and the puppy jumped up,
I pulled the lock and was rooted to the threshold!
I couldn’t say a word, I was silent
And he mumbled something inaudible at the door:
Still would! Live Santa Claus has appeared!
I kiss my grandfather! And suddenly I notice
There are many wonderful things about the old man:
Firstly, for some reason the old man is wearing a wig,
And secondly, his nose is made of cardboard,
And thirdly, a biting and impudent puppy
He lay down good-naturedly at the old man's feet,
Which is very strange for such a little dog!
I see Santa Claus on his felt boots
The patch that Grandma Rose
Yesterday I sewed it on my brother’s felt boots.
Hooray! - it's time to scream and jump,
I know the whole truth because yesterday
I gave my slipper for this patch!
But it’s fun, fun and wonderful for me,
Therefore, it is inappropriate to break the secret!
I will give a gift to my older brother:
Not a word about the nose, the wig and the patch,
I don’t recognize him at all now!
He is mistaken for Santa Claus
And dad, and mom, and grandma Rose,
And every boy sliding on a sled,
And a janitor with a shovel standing in a snowdrift,
And everyone who sees the snow shining
The cherry bag is over his shoulder!
He gave me a real telescope,
Then the real New Year came,
Which means he was the real Santa Claus,
And the fact that he is my real elder brother,
So this is my first real secret!

Children's poems about Santa Claus: poems and riddles about Santa Claus for family holidays, learning by heart, New Year's matinees.

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Children's poems about Santa Claus: poems for children of primary preschool age

Oh, Frost, Red Nose,
We don't know you.
And you, Santa Claus,
We welcome you with joy.
Oh, Frost, Red Nose,
Let's sing a song
And you in a round dance
We invite children.
Oh, Frost, Red Nose,
Hit your palms harder
And we have more fun
The legs will dance. (E. Boguslavskaya)

Walking the street
Santa Claus,
Frost is scattering
Along the branches of birch trees;
Walks with a beard
White is shaking,
Stomping his foot
There is only a crash.
Or is it breathing on the windows
Smoky huts
Yes, he writes patterns,
Looking at the guys (S. Drozhzhin)

Hello Dedushka Moroz!
You're probably cold:
The day walked around the city,
I froze my beard...
Place your nose on the battery.
I'll warm you up now! (A. Usachev)

Walking around forest in winter,
Frost will raise the staff -
And the snow will hang like a fringe
On pine and birch trees.
An old grandfather wanders along the river.
He gently knocks with his staff:
And again a miracle! - on water
It will pass as if on dry ground.
Santa Claus will come to the holiday
And he waves his staff -
And millions bright stars
Will light up in the New Year! (A. Usachev)

Santa Claus puts all the bunnies under the Christmas tree
For a soft toy - a fluffy wolf.
Let every coward play the one
Who brings terror to him in the forest.
And each fox gets a new comb
For a trendy, shiny and red hairstyle.
So that there is no time for the bunnies to offend -
You have to keep your hair in order.
What does Santa Claus have in store for the bear cub?
A basket of raspberries? Honey from a barrel?
Left under a huge forest spruce
An alarm clock that will wake up the bear in the spring. (N. Stozhkova)

Paper Santa Claus -
He is gray-haired and important,
With a beard and a bag,
With a wooden staff...
A whole year on the mezzanine
He lay in the dust
Captive.
And now he's standing on a chair
He is under the tree on guard -
The NEW YEAR awaits.
- Quiet!
Do you hear?..
Coming!!! (S. Pshenichnykh)

- Who is wearing a smart, warm fur coat?
With a long white beard,
Comes to visit on New Year's Day,
Both ruddy and gray-haired?
He plays with us, dances,
It makes the holiday more fun!
- Santa Claus on our Christmas tree
The most important of the guests! (I. Chernitskaya)

Children rejoice:
Tomorrow is New Year.
It means soon
Santa Claus will come.
He will put up a Christmas tree
In the courtyard,
To make it fun
Kids.
Decorate the windows
In my room.
On fun party
Will gather friends.
Tomorrow there will be games
Bright lights.
The children will shout in unison:
"Shine Christmas tree!"
Together with the Snow Maiden
Let's get into a round dance.
Oh, how wonderful
New Year holiday (A. Andreeva)

Who's come? What did you bring?
We know: Santa Claus,
Grandfather with a gray beard -
He is our dear guest.
He will light the Christmas tree for us,
He will sing songs with us. (E. Blaginina)

Poems about Santa Claus for older preschool children

Santa Claus walked through the forest
Past the maples and birches,
Past the clearings, past the stumps,
I walked through the forest for eight days.
He walked through the forest -
I decorated the Christmas trees with beads.
On this New Year's night
He'll take them down for the boys.
There is silence in the clearings,
The yellow moon is shining...
All the trees are silver
Hares are dancing on the mountain,
The ice sparkles on the pond,
New Year is coming! (Z. Alexandrova)

Our windows are brushed white
Santa Claus painted.
He dressed the pole with snow,
The garden was covered in snow.
Shouldn't we get used to the snow?
Should we hide our nose in a fur coat?
As soon as we come out, we shout:
- Hello Dedushka Moroz!
Let's ride and have fun!
Light sleds - take off!
Who will fly like a bird,
Who will curl up right in the snow.
The snow is fluffy, softer than cotton wool,
Let's shake ourselves off and run.
We are funny guys
We don’t shiver from the cold. (L. Voronkova)

Now in the fields, now in the forests,
Between birch trunks
To us on the troika with bells
Santa Claus is coming.
Trots and gallops
Knowing what's coming
Straight along the secret paths
New Year to the people.
Snow enveloped in soft cotton wool
Birch branches...
Red-cheeked, bearded
Santa Claus is coming. (G. Tukai)

Last page of the calendar
Left on the wall.
I worked all year not in vain!
It's time for me to hit the road!
I'll travel hundreds of miles in a row,
So that on the night of New Year
Wearing a Christmas tree outfit
And she got up in a round dance.
I will give gifts to children,
After all, there is no one kinder than me!
I don't want a better award
What joy to all children! (Yu. Entin)

The sun just touched the roof -
Santa Claus left the house,
Frost hurried to the river
With a white cloud in hand.
On the paths, on the paths,
Where there were puddles,
Santa Claus throws ice cubes
And spinning on the ice floes,
It glides along the river, freezes,
The willows breathe gray hair,
Snow throws under the runners
With an icy mitten,
And then, grabbing with an armful,
Pours it on the porch,
Hitting the glass with a frozen cap,
Mischievously dusty in the face.
How about catching up? Go! Try!
Frost will lead into the snowdrifts,
And in the snowdrifts there is a tower.
Winter itself lives there. (G. Lagzdyn)

We won't see him in the spring,
He won't come even in the summer,
But in winter to our children
He comes every year.
He has a bright blush,
Beard like white fur
Interesting gifts
He will cook for everyone.
Happy New Year,
He will light a lush Christmas tree,
Amusing the kids
He will join us in a round dance.
We meet him together
We are great friends with him...
But drink hot tea
This is not allowed as a guest! (N. Naydenova)

At night there is flying snow in the field,
Silence.
In the dark sky, in a soft cloud
The moon is sleeping.
Quiet in the field. Dark, dark
Looks at the forest.
Santa Claus, a huge old man,
I got off the tree.
He is all white, all new,
All in the stars
In a white hat and downy
Boots.
All covered in silver icicles
Beard.
He has an icicle in his mouth
Made from ice.
Higher, higher
Santa Claus grows up.
Here he is out
Because of the fir trees and birches.
Here he stomped
Grabbed a pine tree
And clapped
Moon with a snow mitten.
He walked
He shook his head
He whistled
In your icy whistle.
All snowflakes
They lay down in the snowdrifts,
All snowflakes
The lights lit up. (M. Klokova)

Christmas story.
At Grandfather Frost's
Snowflake on the nose.
Christmas trees were being collected
Evening in the forest.
Sixty green
Forty blue
Sixty over
Forty young.
Spun together
Christmas trees and spruces
And the forest song
They sang winter:
- Fall, snowflakes,
Fall quickly
White road
Weave for the sleigh.
- I like the song, -
Santa Claus said
And snowflakes from the sky
He ordered me to fall.
Sprockets and stars
Flew from the sky
And the road became
White from the snow.
Spun again
Christmas trees and spruces
And another song
They sang winter:
- Come to us, wind,
Without needle and thread
Sew for us, little tailor,
White capes.
- I like the song, -
Santa Claus said
And fly quickly
He ordered the wind.
And the wind rushed
Mischievous and dexterous,
Without needle and thread
I sewed some new clothes in a flash.
Dizzy again
Christmas trees and spruces
And another song
They sang joyfully:
- we are now ready,
We'll go now!
For a fun holiday
We will go to the children!
- I like the song, -
Santa Claus said
And submit it soon
Sani ordered.
The wolf drags Frost
fur coat,
And the Fox - a hat
Red, big.
Hares mittens
They brought it to the sleigh.
A bag of gifts
He appeared himself.
Seven hot horses
Whirlwind - downhill!
He goes and goes to the children
Santa Claus. (G. Sapgir)

Every home has a lot of light
New Year is coming!
Snow-white carriage
Santa Claus will bring you.
Exactly at midnight they will flash brightly
There are garlands of stars in the sky.
Doesn't come without gifts
This holiday is Santa Claus!
How happy the children will be
They will run up in a crowd,
And the Christmas tree is shining brightly
Multi-colored lights.
Will gather near the Christmas tree
Merry round dance:
Foxes, hares, squirrels, wolves -
Everyone is celebrating the New Year. (A. Barto)

My brother (he has outgrown me)
Brings everyone to tears.
He told me that Santa Claus
Not Santa Claus at all!
He told me: “Don’t believe in him!” —
But then the door itself opened,
And suddenly I see my grandfather coming in.
He has a beard and is wearing a sheepskin coat,
Toe loop to the very toes!
He says: “Where is the Christmas tree?”
Do the children sleep?
With a big silver bag
Stands, covered in snow,
Grandfather in a fluffy hat.
And the elder brother secretly repeats:
- Yes, this is our neighbor!
How can you not see: the nose is similar!
Both arms and back!
I answer: - Well then!
And you look like your grandmother,
But you're not her! (A. Barto)

To our Christmas tree - oh-oh-oh!
Santa Claus is coming alive.
- Well, Grandfather Frost!..
What cheeks!
What a nose!..
A beard, a beard!..
And there's a star on the hat!
There are specks on the nose!
And my father’s eyes... (A. Shibaev)

I wish I could see it at least once, with just one eye,
And how does he cope with our castle,
And how he approaches silently, secretly,
With a huge and old, heavy bag...
And how does he check: am I sleeping soundly?
What if I’m pretending, and what if I spy?
And how he finally gets it out of the bag
Present.
Which? I don't know yet
There will be a note: “For boy K.”
Then he will put it under the tree,
And maybe he’ll whisper: “Did you forget something?..”
Then he sits and sighs a little:
“What a difficult road today!”
He will brush away the stuck snowball from his beard,
Checks if the bag is tied tightly,
Throw it over your shoulders and quietly melt away...
And no one will know the secret of Frost. (E. Grigorieva)