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Somewhere in the

this night and God

An angel sat upon a

While thinking hard

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

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

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

And though his time was
To this one night of the
He could not ignore this request
So he he would start here

For though this night was Eve
And were all about
Somewhere below on earth
He had this child begin to doubt

A child who should been asleep
Instead was climbing stairs
her solitary candle
And a single Christmas

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

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

So in this room where live
And ghosts that failed learn time
friends, please stay awhile
Our story starts one small child
Who spends this in an attic dark
dreams are stored like sleeping hearts

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

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

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

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

But in her mind clear
The shadow of a idea

There was one whose alone
Would reconfirm she had known

But this man, he was so seen
For he arrived when children dreamed
But if she had believed was right
He should this very night
So on this with so much at stake
She's determined she would stay awake

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

So she had devised another
To hear on the roof he lands
So with the ghosts left by fate
Upon this she sits and waits

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

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

It was filled with toys and one old
And several letters
ornaments, a hand rung phone
And with a gramophone

A mix of long forgotten
melodies no longer heard
All threads of forgotten lives
But here somehow they had

These that had caught her eye
Now in her hands seemed alive
And as each she unsealed
A small of the past was revealed

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

And as the child to read
Upon night of Christmas Eve
The plan, as you can tell
It was already well
So as the ghosts arise
In our first we'll summarize