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Somewhere in the

Between night and God

An angel sat upon a

thinking very hard

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

But gift that he was to leave
Could not be taken from the heavenly
And how could he leave behind
If could be brought

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

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

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

A child who should been asleep
was climbing attic stairs
With her solitary
And a single prayer

Now, when they are called
They rarely just
But more than not
They gently in one's ear

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

So in this room where live
And ghosts failed learn time forgives
Welcome friends, please awhile
Our story starts with one small
Who spends this night in an dark
dreams are stored like sleeping hearts

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

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

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

And she then who she might ask
About this question 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 this man, he was so rarely
For he only arrived when dreamed
But if what she had believed was
He should this very night
So on this night with so at stake
She's determined that she stay awake

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

So she had another plan
To hear on the roof he lands
So with the ghosts left by fate
Upon this night she sits and

Now as I'm sure you all know
When one is waiting, time moves
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 worn trunk

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

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

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

For Christmas weaves a life spell
And of all remembers well
And as child explored the past
Once again that was cast

And as the child began to
Upon this night of Eve
The plan, as you can tell
It was already working
So as the gently arise
In our song we'll summarize