He looks out
on a cold dark night
Looking for a
magical sight
But no red suit is
to be seen
or Reindeer
flying in more than dreams
A year goes by
loses his faith
Family truths and
magic betrayed
But one day just
as he gives up
A shining star gives him luck
For up above
a flash so bright
Something amazing
An awesome sight
A flash of red, a
a sound of joy
Is it Santa delivering
his toys?
In awe, eyes
look up
Spirit of Christmas
full of love
No greed in his
heart
But dreaming of Santa
and his shooting star
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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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