The Lost Christmas Eve (Narration)

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 attics dark
 Where dreams are stored like sleeping hearts
 And so it's here that they must wait
 'Till someone wishes them awake
 For somewhere on this night of nights
 She's looking to believe
 Here among the ghosts on Christmas Eve
 And there near an old looking glass
 There was a trunk from Christmas past
 That she had somehow missed before
 But now decides she will explore
 'Twas filled with toys and one old wreath
 And several letters underneath
 So as the evening hours leave
 The child sits down and starts to read
 For somewhere on this night of nights
 She's looking to believe
 Here among the ghosts on Christmas Eve
 On Christmas Eve
 On Christmas Eve