Somewhere in the universe



Between this night and God



An angel sat upon a star



While thinking very hard



To return once more to the earth

He had been assigned

And a single gift for all of man

He was to leave behind



But this gift that he was to leave

Could not be taken from the heavenly court

And how could he leave something behind

If nothing could be brought



Now this was quite a puzzle

And he knew not how to start

When he suddenly felt a prayer from a child

Reach deep into his heart



And though his time was limited

To this one night of the year

He could not ignore this child's request

So he decided he would start here



For though this night was Christmas Eve

And dreams were all about

Somewhere down below on earth

He had felt this child begin to doubt



A child who should have been asleep

Instead was climbing attic stairs

With her solitary candle

And a single Christmas prayer



Now, when angels they are called

They rarely just appear

But more often than not

They gently whisper in one's ear



And when they whisper to a child

On nights when snow still glistens

The chances are much stronger still

That, that child, will listen



So in this room where shadows live

And ghosts that failed learn time forgives

Welcome friends, please stay awhile

Our story starts with one small child

Who spends this night in an attic dark

Where dreams are stored like sleeping hearts



Now, if you wonder why this child is here

With all asleep and Christmas near

She's come up here to look for truth

In this place closest to the roof



For she had heard from friends who feel

That nothing on this night is real

That no adults truly believe

In all these things of Christmas Eve



This night that seems to cast a spell

Is the same world, just tinseled well

And as she lay in bed that night

She wondered if they might be right



And she wondered then who she might ask

About this question that had been cast

For adults, she had been told, you see

Are part of this conspiracy



But in her mind becoming clear

The shadow of a child's idea



There was one whose presence alone

Would reconfirm what she had known



But this man, he was so rarely seen

For he only arrived when children dreamed

But if what she had believed was right

He should appear this very night

So on this night with so much at stake

She's determined that she would stay awake



But then a problem came to mind

It seems that fate had not been kind

For their chimney had been closed that year

Some bricks might fall, her father feared



So she had devised another plan

To hear when on the roof he lands

So with the ghosts left here by fate

Upon this night she sits and waits



Now as I'm sure you all must know

When one is waiting, time moves slow

And as she wondered what to do

(her options seeming far too few)



The Angel caused that child to look

Behind a yellowed pile of books

Among these memories disguised as junk

She noticed there a well worn trunk



It was filled with toys and one old wreath

And several letters underneath

Some ornaments, a hand rung phone

And records with a gramophone



A mix of long forgotten words

With melodies no longer heard

All threads of long forgotten lives

But here somehow they had survived



These letters that had caught her eye

Now in her hands they seemed alive

And as each letter she unsealed

A small piece of the past was revealed



For Christmas weaves a life long spell

And most of all remembers well

And as that child explored the past

Once again that spell was cast



And as the child began to read

Upon this night of Christmas Eve

The Angel's plan, as you can tell

It was already working well

So as the ghosts gently arise

In our first song we'll summarize