The little boy, his legs kicking
Writes in a happy scrawl
To the man in the red suit
Who lives in the North Pole
He asks for many things
What ever the sleigh can carry
But most of all he wants
To see his parents happy
A little girl writes her note
Hoping the big man will reply
‘Oh dear Father Christmas…’
She writes with a happy sigh
She asks for Peppa Pig
And other things too
But most of all she wants
Sweets and dancing shoes
Not long left now
Eleven days to go
’till Santa comes again
And smiley faces they’ll have to show
To bed early they dream
Fingers crossed and wishing hard
For that special day
Of presents, food and cards
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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