The Lost Christmas Eve

On a street in the night, in the cold winter's light
A child stands alone and she's waiting
And the light that's out there, it just hangs in the air
As if it was just hesitating

And the snow, it comes down, and it muffles the sound
Of dreams on their way to tomorrow
And when they appear, this night will hold them near
For where they will lead, it will follow

For here in this city of lights
This evening awakens the dreams that it might
The winter, it conjures the spells it will weave
The snow gently covers the ground
Christmas Eve

In this scene, on this night, there's an ancient hotel
Where shadows, they do tend to wander
And the ghosts that live here hold each moment so dear
For time's not a thing one should squander

And they recount their sand as it runs through their hand
And examine each moment for meaning
It can be wished upon 'til the moment it's gone
Like day disappears into evening

For here in this city of lights
This evening awakens the dreams that it might
The winter, it conjures the spells it will weave
The snow gently covers the ground
Christmas Eve

Merry Christmas
Christmas, Christmas
Christmas, Christmas
Christmas, Christmas

Through this night, the dream still wanders
As it was meant to be
And every year this night grows fonder
Of children and circumstance caught in this childhood dance
As the world turns around, keeping dreams on the ground
Windows of frosted ice prisming candlelight
Somehow we start to believe

In the night and the dream as it cuts through the noise
With the whisper of snow as it starts to deploy
In the depths of a night that's about to begin
With the feeling of snow as it melts on your skin

And it covers the land with a dream so intense
That it returns us all to a child's innocence
And then what you'd thought lost and could never retrieve
Is suddenly there to be found on Christmas Eve
On Christmas Eve