In this room where shadows live And ghosts that fail, no time for games Welcome friends, please stay a while 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 It was filled with toys in 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 On Christmas Eve