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Somewhere in the

this night and God

An angel sat upon a

While thinking hard

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

But this gift he was to leave
Could not be from the heavenly court
And how could he leave something
If nothing be brought

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

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

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

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

Now, when angels they are
They rarely appear
But more often not
They whisper in one's ear

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

So in this room shadows live
And that failed learn time forgives
friends, please stay awhile
Our story with one small child
Who spends this night in an attic
Where dreams are like sleeping hearts

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

For she had from friends who feel
That nothing on this night is
That no adults believe
In all things of Christmas Eve

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

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 of a child's idea

There was one presence alone
Would what she had known

But this man, he was so seen
For he only arrived children dreamed
But if what she had believed was
He should appear this night
So on this with so much at stake
determined that she would stay awake

But then a problem to mind
It that fate had not been kind
For chimney had been closed that year
bricks might fall, her father feared

So she had another plan
To when on the roof he lands
So with the ghosts here by fate
Upon this night she and waits

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

The Angel that child to look
Behind a yellowed of books
Among these memories as junk
She noticed there a well worn

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

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

letters that had caught her eye
Now in her they seemed alive
And as each letter she
A small piece of the past was

For Christmas a life long spell
And most of all remembers
And as that child explored the
Once again that spell was

And as the began to read
this night of Christmas Eve
The plan, as you can tell
It was working well
So as the gently arise
In our first we'll summarize