Somewhere in the
this night and God
An sat upon a star
thinking very hard
To return more to the earth He had assigned And a gift for all of man He was to leave
But this gift that he was to not be taken from the heavenly court And how could he something behind If could be brought
Now was quite a puzzle And he not how to start When he suddenly felt a prayer from a deep into his heart
And though his time was To this one night of the He could not ignore this child's So he decided he would here
For though this night was Eve And dreams all about down below on earth He had this child begin to doubt
A child who should have been Instead was climbing stairs With her solitary And a Christmas prayer
Now, when they are called They just appear But often than not They whisper in one's ear
And when they to a child On nights when still glistens The chances are much still That, that child, listen
So in room where shadows live And ghosts that learn time forgives Welcome friends, please stay Our story with one small child Who spends night in an attic dark Where 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 from friends who feel nothing on this night is real That no adults truly In all things of Christmas Eve
This night that to cast a spell Is the world, just tinseled well And as she lay in bed that She wondered if they might be
And she wondered who she might ask About this that had been cast For adults, she had told, you see Are part of this
But in her mind becoming The shadow of a child's
There was one whose alone Would what she had known
But this man, he was so rarely For he arrived when children dreamed But if she had believed was right He should appear this very So on this night with so much at She's determined that she stay awake
But then a problem came to It seems that fate had not kind For chimney had been closed that year Some bricks might fall, her feared
So she had devised another To hear when on the roof he So with the ghosts here by fate Upon night she sits and waits
Now as I'm sure you all know When one is waiting, time moves And as she wondered to do (her options far too few)
The Angel caused that to look Behind a yellowed pile of these memories disguised as junk She noticed a well worn trunk
It was filled toys and one old wreath And letters underneath ornaments, a hand rung phone And records with a
A mix of forgotten words With melodies no longer All threads of forgotten lives But here somehow had survived
letters that had caught her eye Now in her hands they seemed And as each letter she A small of the past was revealed
For Christmas weaves a life spell And most of all remembers And as child explored the past Once again that was cast
And as the child to read Upon night 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