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