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More by Trans-Siberian Orchestra. The Lost Christmas Eve The Ghosts of Christmas Eve Beethoven's Last Night Night Castle The Christmas Attic 20th Anniversary Edition It was shortly joined by a second voice that embraced the first in perfect harmony, and then another and another until a choir of voices rose through the night. Enchanted by the magic of what he was hearing, the Angel found himself listening until the song was finished. As he resumed his flight through the night, he was delighted to hear these sounds everywhere, from the largest cities to the smallest villages.
He heard melodies from massive orchestras and in the voices of single soldiers alone at their posts. And any place where he heard these songs, he found hope in the hearts of men. Grasping a song out of the air, he held it in his hand angels are able to do this and thought that maybe, these songs could be the one thing that best represented Christmas. They seemed to give voice to man's greatest joys as well as hope to those deepest in despair.
But, though at first glance it appeared to be the answer he sought, his heart told him that this music was not enough. There had to be something more. So he continued his flight through the night until he suddenly felt the touch of a father's prayer on its way to heaven. Once again looking downward, he saw a man who was praying for his child; a child whom he had not heard from in a long time and who would not be home that Christmas.
Seizing upon the prayer, the Angel followed it until it reached the lost child. She was standing on a corner, in a quiet snowfall, looking very small in a very large city.
Across from her was an old city bar, the kind that only the lost seemed to know how to find. The patrons of this establishment rarely looked up from their drinks and so seemed not to notice the young girl.
Now, the bartender in this bar had been working in there longer than anyone could remember. He believed in nothing except his bar and his cash register.
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