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