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Somewhere in the

Between this and God

An angel sat a star

While thinking very

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

But this gift he was to leave
Could not be from the heavenly court
And how could he leave behind
If could be brought

Now was quite a puzzle
And he knew not how to
When he felt a prayer from a child
deep into his heart

And though his was limited
To one night of the year
He could not ignore child's request
So he decided he start here

For though this was Christmas Eve
And were all about
Somewhere down on earth
He had felt child begin to doubt

A who should have been asleep
Instead was attic stairs
With her candle
And a Christmas prayer

Now, when they are called
They rarely just
But often than not
They gently whisper in ear

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

So in this room where shadows
And ghosts that failed learn forgives
Welcome friends, stay awhile
Our starts with one small child
Who spends this night in an dark
Where dreams are stored like hearts

Now, if you wonder why child is here
all asleep and Christmas near
She's come up here to for truth
In this place closest to the

For she had heard from friends who
That nothing on this night is
That no adults believe
In all things of Christmas Eve

This that seems to cast a spell
Is the same world, just well
And as she lay in bed that
She wondered if might be right

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

But in her mind clear
The of a child's idea

was one whose presence alone
Would reconfirm what she had

But man, he was so rarely seen
For he only arrived when children
But if what she had believed was
He should appear this night
So on this night so much at stake
She's that she would stay awake

But then a came to mind
It seems that fate had not been
For chimney had been closed that year
bricks might fall, her father feared

So she had devised another
To hear when on the he lands
So with the ghosts here by fate
this night she sits and waits

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

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

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

A mix of long words
With melodies no heard
All of long forgotten lives
But here somehow had survived

These letters had caught her eye
Now in her hands seemed alive
And as each letter she
A small piece of the past was

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

And as the began to read
Upon night of Christmas Eve
The Angel's plan, as you can
It was already working
So as the ghosts arise
In our first song we'll