[NARRATION] Now the old man was nearing a toy shop Where he could hear a music box kind of sound From a miniature carousel with its miniature horses
What is Christmas? Tinseled fairy tales Day old stockings lined up in a row What is Christmas? Could someone tell me that? What is Christmas? Surely,
christmas story About how all men are brothers And when that story had ended The children clamored for another "where does christmas go When its day is through? Where does christmas
winter it conjures the moment is seized the snow gently covers the ground christmas eve merry christmas merry christmas merry christmas merry christmas christmas christmas christmas christmas
Tłumaczenie: Trans-Siberian Orchestra. The Lost Wigilię.
NARRATION Christmas is how in every nation that hope is passed through generations from old to young and sometimes i?m told it?s actually passed from
the man was not accepting it she could see it in his eyes she explained she had been looking in the toy shop that tomorrow would be christmas day but
angel knew if enough time passes by any hope can be smothered so before it was dead, to the first prayer he had said the angel quickly added another CHRISTMAS
christmas story about how all men are brothers and when that story had ended the children clamored for another ?where does christmas go when its day is through? where does christmas
there were other musicians in that crowd and one by one he brought them up and the music, it got loud CHRISTMAS JAM Carolize understand turn it up christmas
to change any life?s ending the end after the end or (the next day) so christmas eve had come and past but not so christmas day and thus it is, we
heart for they say that without it no one can truly live and it also has been rumored that without it, we cannot forgive Merry Christmas!
NARRATION Then a guitarist and a bass player read some notes off a music page and added a little bit of jazz a sound that never seems to age CHRISTMAS
NARRATION And though his time was growing strained he could not walk away from this soul in pain for in the dark he had now seen the bleeding of this
grand palace ballroom where princesses had once waltzed whose beauty and sense of style the newspapers would constantly exhault the ghosts of rockefellers and vanderbilts still met at their christmas eve
NARRATION Now every moment the angel spent listening his time on earth diminished but the angel found himself waiting there until each story was finished
and passing by a village square he heard a brass quartet whose christmas concerto in the key of g he felt lighten his every step CHRISTMAS CONCERTO (
The band played on and on with no one looking at their watch and just when you thought it couldn?t get any better they would turn it up a notch SIBERIAN