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Somewhere in the

Between this and God

An angel sat a star

thinking very hard

To return once more to the
He had assigned
And a single for all of man
He was to leave

But this gift that he was to
not be taken from the heavenly court
And how he leave something behind
If nothing be brought

Now this was quite a
And he not how to start
When he suddenly a prayer from a child
Reach deep into his

And his time was limited
To this one night of the
He not ignore this child's request
So he he would start here

For though this was Christmas Eve
And dreams all about
Somewhere down below on
He had felt this child begin to

A child who should have asleep
was climbing attic stairs
With her candle
And a single Christmas

Now, angels they are called
rarely just appear
But often than not
They whisper in one's ear

And when they whisper to a
On nights when snow still
The are much stronger still
That, child, will listen

So in room where shadows live
And ghosts that failed learn forgives
friends, please stay awhile
Our story starts with one small
Who spends night in an attic dark
Where dreams are stored like sleeping

Now, if you wonder why this child is
With all asleep and near
come up here to look for truth
In this closest to the roof

For she had heard friends who feel
That on this night is real
no adults truly believe
In all these things of Eve

This night seems to cast a spell
Is the same world, tinseled well
And as she lay in bed night
She wondered if they be right

And she wondered who she might ask
About this that had been cast
For adults, she had told, you see
Are part of this

But in her becoming clear
The shadow of a idea

was one whose presence alone
Would what she had known

But this man, he was so seen
For he only arrived children dreamed
But if she had believed was right
He appear this very night
So on this night with so at stake
determined that she would stay awake

But then a problem came to
It seems that had not been kind
For their chimney had been that year
Some bricks might fall, her feared

So she had another plan
To when on the roof he lands
So the ghosts left here by fate
Upon night she sits and waits

Now as I'm you all must know
one is waiting, time moves slow
And as she what to do
(her options far too few)

The Angel that child to look
Behind a pile of books
Among these disguised as junk
She noticed a well worn trunk

It was filled with and one old wreath
And several underneath
Some ornaments, a hand rung
And with a gramophone

A mix of long words
melodies no longer heard
All threads of long forgotten
But here they had survived

These letters had caught her eye
Now in her they seemed alive
And as letter she unsealed
A small of the past was revealed

For Christmas weaves a life spell
And of all remembers well
And as that child the past
Once again that was cast

And as the began to read
Upon this of Christmas Eve
The Angel's plan, as you can
It was working well
So as the ghosts gently
In our song we'll summarize