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Somewhere in the

Between night and God

An angel sat upon a

While thinking very

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

But this that he was to leave
Could not be taken from the heavenly
And how he leave something behind
If nothing could be

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

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

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

A child who have been asleep
was climbing attic stairs
With her solitary
And a single prayer

Now, when they are called
rarely just appear
But more often not
gently whisper in one's ear

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

So in this room shadows live
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 like sleeping hearts

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

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

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

And she wondered 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 of a child's idea

There was one whose presence
reconfirm what she had known

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

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

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

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

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

It was with toys and one old wreath
And several underneath
Some ornaments, a rung phone
And records a gramophone

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

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

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

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