The Ghosts of Christmas Eve
Who spends this night in attics dark where dreams are stored like sleeping hearts and so it's here that they must wait till someone wishes them awake
The Prince Of Peace
In the middle of a forest there's a clearing by a stream where a mother holds her newborn and the child begins to dream
An Angel Came Down
And then a sound filled the night in the cold winter air and in the midst of his flight it was holding him there
Someday
For the days still come, and the debt still mount and do words unsaid, ever really count? But sometimes still, in the dead of night I can see them there, in the pale moon light