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Of Christmas retold

The infant babe is coming.
The world awaits this promise.
Of the Saviour sent by God.
Emmanuel, God with us.

The story of Christmas told.
Not a fairytale, not a fable.
I never tire of Christmas retold.
Born this day is Christ the Lord.

That first Christmas, a gift.
Our King had no finery; no luxury.
A humble stable with sheep and shepherd.
And from Heaven, God’s angels sang.

Gloria in Excelsis Deo. He is born.
The Star of Bethlehem the brightest.
A silent night on the most holy of nights.
To Jesus we bow down in adoration.

By C.E. Pereira



I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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