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letra de the lost christmas eve (narration) - trans-siberian orchestra

[spoken word]
another year has come and passed
like moments through an hourglass
but at the end of this year’s trail
an offering, a final tale
of love, long lost
and then refound
and the child by which those dreams were bound
of a dusty hotel
that was long past old
and the shadows and memories
it’s hallways still hold
for things that are old
have the best tales to tell
and usually, they tell them well
and so it’s here my dear children
that our story truly starts
when the lord sent once more to the earth
an angel with a childlike heart
and on this night his mission was
to find somewhere on this earth
that human that best reflected his son
and carried on his work
and since this mission from his lord
had to be completed on this one night
the angel quickly unfolded his wings
and towards the earth took flight
and this night, in case you have not guessed
was once more christmas eve
when snow and light
and angel’s flights
all together weave
but of the angel’s instructions
there was one thing more
that would make this journey to the earth
harder than all the ones before
for the lord had also told the angel
that he could only use his wings twice
this christmas eve
once when he descended to the earth
and once more when he would leave
not unlike ourselves some think
or at least so i believe
now this put quite the complication in what the angel had planned
for now, he had to choose most carefully
exactly where he would land
he needed to find a single place
that would represent all mankind
but humans were such a varied lot
such a place would surely be hard to find
a single place where there would be humans of every race and creed
the rich and poor
the thrilled and bored
the failures with those who succeed
but after a few moments
carefully placed in thought
the answer appeared in the angel’s mind
that city they called new york
and as he neared that city
where all those souls did dwell
he felt himself being drawn towards an old run-down hotel
for in a city that usually had guards at every single door
this one just had a sign that said “vacancies
there is always room for one more”
now why the angel decided to stop there
he could not quite say the reason
but he thought the sign upon that hotel
somehow fit the sentiment of this season
now even after all these years
the building was still a work of art
and though some facade had crumbled here and there
most still had their parts
the walls were made of granite
not aluminum or steel
and every pillar and bal-strade
still had it’s artist’s feel
every gutter had a gargoyle
every gargoyle had it’s wings
for angels can appreciate other flying things
so he landed on the cathedral roof
across the street from that hotel
and looked down upon the world below
where all those souls did dwell
and sitting on that rooftop
with his friend the winter wind
he gazed carefully at the scene below
as he slowly took it in

- trans siberian orchestra

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