Hours before morning
While the world is sleeping
Magic fills the corners of every unseen room
Cardinals in the snow
Yuletide's afterglow
Soon the sound will grow
But now the house is silent
A cheerful frosted island
Anything can happen in the hours before morning
Wreaths hang on the sailboats
Resting in the harbor
Signs hang in shop windows
Saying we'll see you next year
Street lights change for no one
The peace of solstice season
Is a spell cast by the heavens in the hours before morning
And out on the rooftops appears from the gray
With eight tiny reindeer and a great golden sleigh
A saintly old angel, an impossible dream
Where wishes come true when children believe
The smell of pine and coffee
Filters through the hallway
Mom and dad are waking
The moment has arrived
On this blessed day
No matter what your age
There can still be magic in the hours before morning
