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Somewhere in the

Between this and God

An angel sat upon a

While thinking very

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

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

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

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

For though this was Christmas Eve
And were all about
Somewhere below on earth
He had felt this child to doubt

A child who should been asleep
Instead was climbing attic
With her candle
And a Christmas prayer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

was one whose presence alone
Would what she had known

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

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

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

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

The caused that child to look
Behind a yellowed pile of
these memories disguised as junk
She noticed there a worn trunk

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

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

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

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

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