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Somewhere in the

Between night and God

An angel sat a star

While thinking hard

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

But this that he was to leave
Could not be from the heavenly court
And how could he leave something
If could be brought

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

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

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

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

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

And when they whisper to a
On nights when still glistens
The chances are stronger still
That, that child, will

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

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

For she had heard from friends who
nothing on this night is real
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 night
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 conspiracy

But in her mind becoming
The shadow of a idea

There was one presence alone
Would reconfirm what she had

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

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

So she had another plan
To hear when on the he lands
So with the left here by fate
Upon this she sits and waits

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

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

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

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

These that had caught her eye
Now in her hands they seemed
And as letter she unsealed
A small piece of the was revealed

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

And as the began to read
Upon this of Christmas Eve
The Angel's plan, as you can
It was working well
So as the ghosts gently
In our first song summarize