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Somewhere in the

Between night and God

An angel sat upon a

While thinking hard

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

But this gift that he was to
Could not be taken from the court
And how he leave something behind
If nothing be brought

Now was quite a puzzle
And he knew not how to
When he suddenly a prayer from a child
deep into his heart

And his time was limited
To this one night of the
He not ignore this child's request
So he decided he would start

For though this night was Eve
And dreams all about
Somewhere down on earth
He had this child begin to doubt

A who should have been asleep
Instead was climbing stairs
her solitary candle
And a single Christmas

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

And when whisper to a child
On nights when still glistens
The are much stronger still
That, child, will listen

So in this where shadows live
And ghosts that learn time forgives
Welcome friends, please awhile
Our story starts one small child
Who this night in an attic dark
Where dreams are stored like sleeping

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

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

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

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

But in her becoming clear
The shadow of a child's

There was one presence alone
Would reconfirm she had known

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

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

So she had devised plan
To hear when on the roof he
So with the left here by fate
Upon this night she sits and

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

The Angel caused child to look
Behind a pile of books
Among these memories disguised as
She noticed a well worn trunk

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

A mix of long forgotten
With melodies no heard
All threads of long forgotten
But somehow they had survived

letters that had caught her eye
Now in her they seemed alive
And as each she unsealed
A small piece of the 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 began to read
Upon this night of Eve
The Angel's plan, as you can
It was working well
So as the gently arise
In our first we'll summarize