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Each toy took me home


Of Christmas past.
I look back, remembering.
As I sit on my front porch.
I see my childhood Christmasses.

It is the presents I remember.
A nostalgic of those toys.
Of opening the Christmas wrapper.
And the joy of getting a toy.

The toys through the years.
A toy each Christmas.
From Dad and Mum.
I remember each toy received.

A piano, not an actual one.
A racing car with pull back action.
A dog on wheels with a leash to pull.
A compedium of six games.

A tea-set, a pistol, a bow and arrow.
A baby doll, a train set, wooden alphabets.
Badminton rackets with plastic shuttlecocks.
And table tennis bats made by Dad.

The excitement on Christmas Eve.
Waiting for Father Christmas.
Trying to keep awake; falling asleep.
Waking up. A present on Christmas morn.

Each toy took me home.
To a child’s happy moments.
Christmas Carols on the radio.
And the whiff of sugee cakes.

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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