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Somewhere in the

Between this and God

An angel sat upon a

While thinking very

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

But this gift he was to leave
Could not be from the heavenly court
And how could he leave behind
If nothing be brought

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

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

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

A child who should have been
Instead was climbing stairs
her solitary candle
And a Christmas prayer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But in her mind becoming
The shadow of a idea

was one whose presence alone
Would what she had known

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

But a problem came to mind
It that fate had not been kind
For their had been closed that year
bricks might fall, her father feared

So she had another plan
To hear when on the he lands
So with the ghosts left here by
Upon this she sits and waits

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

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

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

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

letters that had caught her eye
Now in her hands they alive
And as each letter she
A small piece of the was revealed

For Christmas a life long spell
And of all remembers well
And as that child explored the
Once again that spell was

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