Footprints – Christopher Lee 1922 – 2015

Childhood leaves us with great memories, which we hold onto and carry throughout the rest of our lives. Those that leave a lasting impression don’t necessarily have to have been a massive part of our lives, but they do have to have been important. Babysitting my younger brother, while my parents managed a few precious hours together out of the house, while watching the late scary movies that I wouldn’t have otherwise been able to watch, brought memories of Christopher Lee, in what I consider to be his greatest role – Dracula.
Many a shiver was sent down my young teenage spine as my brother and I stayed up late to watch him deliver his performance, never ceasing to excite or satisfy that need to be frightened in the comfort of our armchairs. Christopher Lee, played many roles over the years, some more memorable than others, but his latest that caught my eye was his portrayal of Saruman, in Lord Of The Rings. Christopher’s ability to portray pure evil was unsurpassed and that is what will always stay with me.
Christopher Lee, a fine actor who will always leave his footprint on my life and will be sorely missed, died today, aged 93. Rest in peace.
Serina Hartwell – Author of The Hidden Saga

My Christmas Memories

A Christmas Library

A Christmas Library

This is what the Christmas holidays mean to me……..

My Christmas Memories

The paper is snipped,

The scissors are out,

Glitter is falling,

Light shining throughout.

Christmas is upon us,

The tree is lit,

The fairy looks down,

On Santa’s new mitts.

The paper chains made,

Hung high in the hall,

The baubles all shining,

Warm light for us all.

Smooth music surrounds us,

A warm fire is lit,

Smokey charcoal and chestnuts,

Mulled wine and candy sticks.

My childhood memories,

I bestow on my own,

Passed down traditions,

Of old times are sown.

Santa’s brandy is poured,

Carrot set on a plate,

A mince pie added for good luck,

And left with a goodnight wave.

Children tucked into bed,

They snuggle up tight,

Their eye lids heavy,

But sleep, they do fight.

Snowflakes are falling,

In the crisp night air,

As Santa’s sleigh glides gently,

High through the air.

Bells jingle so gently,

As he slides to a halt,

Presents packed tightly,

And hauled on his back.

He drops down the chimney,

Tiptoes through the night,

Treading ever so carefully,

He slips through dim light.

Next morning comes quickly,

At 5am sharp,

The household awakens,

Small footsteps tumble about.

Santa’s been they call,

To their bleary-eyed parents alike,

Come quickly, come now,

Let’s see how good you have been.

With paper and tinsel,

Torn off with delight,

Their joyous cheers,

Called out with their might.

Christmas morning successful,

Good will to all souls,

May Christmas cheer fill the air,

And carry good will in its wake.

By Serina Hartwell

Author of The Hidden Saga

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