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