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Somewhere in the

Between night and God

An angel sat upon a

While thinking very

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

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

Now this was a puzzle
And he not how to start
When he suddenly felt a from a child
deep into his heart

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

For though night was Christmas Eve
And dreams were all
down below on earth
He had this child begin to doubt

A child who have been asleep
Instead was climbing attic
With her solitary
And a Christmas prayer

Now, when angels are called
They rarely just
But often than not
They gently whisper in ear

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

So in this room where shadows
And ghosts that failed learn time
Welcome friends, please awhile
Our starts with one small child
Who spends this in an attic dark
Where dreams are stored like hearts

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

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

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

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

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

was one whose 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 should this very night
So on night with so much at stake
She's determined she would stay awake

But then a problem 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 another plan
To hear when on the he lands
So with the ghosts here by fate
Upon this she sits and waits

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

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

It was filled with toys and one old
And letters underneath
ornaments, a hand rung phone
And with a gramophone

A mix of long forgotten
With melodies no longer
All threads of long forgotten
But here somehow had survived

These letters that had her eye
Now in her hands seemed alive
And as letter she unsealed
A small of the past was revealed

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

And as the child to read
Upon this night of Eve
The Angel's plan, as you can
It was already well
So as the ghosts gently
In our first we'll summarize