Hours before morning
While the world is sleeping
Magic fills the corners of every unseen room
Cardinals in the snow
Santa’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

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 if 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

Written by:
Ian and Eric Hölljes