Angels we have heard on high   Sweetly singing o'er the plains,   And the mountains in reply   Echoing their joyous strains.     Ooh, ooh, ooh...   Gloria, in excelsis Deo!     THE NEXT LETTER THAT SHE FOUND   WAS BY A RIBBON GENTLY BOUND   TO THE KEY FOR A SMALL MUSIC BOX   AND SHE PLACED THAT KEY INTO ITS LOCK     AND THE MELODY THAT IT HAD LEARNED   ONCE AGAIN BEGAN TO TURN   AND AS THAT TUNE IT FILLED THE AIR   SHE OPENED THE LETTER THAT WAS THERE     AND THAT LETTER CONTAINED A NEWS CLIPPING   ABOUT A MAN WITH MANY THINGS   IN HIS WORLD, A GREAT SUCCESS   AND WHERE HE LIVED, THE BEST ADDRESS   HIS HAPPY LIFE THE WORLD DID KNOW   BECAUSE THE PAPERS TOLD US SO     BUT THE ANGEL HE COULD CLEARLY SEE   THAT ALL WAS NOT AS IT APPEARED TO BE   FOR ON THIS NIGHT AS SNOW CLOUDS GATHERED   THAT MAN WONDERED IF THAT ALL REALLY MATTERED   AND ON THIS NIGHT INSIDE HIS HOME   HE REALIZED THAT HE WAS ALONE   AND HE ASKED HIMSELF WHAT HIS LIFE HAD MEANT   HOW ALL THESE YEARS THEY HAD BEEN SPENT   AND HOW HE COULD FEEL HIS LIFE SUCH A WASTE   WHEN HE HAD EVERY DREAM THAT HE HAD CHASED     BUT THEN THE ANGEL WHISPERED IN HIS EAR   AND IN HIS MIND THE MAN HEARD CLEAR   TELL ME ONE WISH THAT YOU HAVE GRANTED   TELL ME ONE LIFE YOU'VE ENCHANTED   TELL ME ONE OF THESE THINGS THAT YOU HAVE DONE   BUT THE MAN COULD NOT RECALL A SINGLE ONE     HE WAS CLOSE TO NO ONE, THIS THING HE DID KNOW   WELL THERE WAS ONE PERSON, BUT THAT WAS LONG AGO   AND THOUGHT THAT SOMEONE   HAD BEEN FAR MORE THAN A FRIEND   IT WAS FAR TOO LATE TO EVER GO BACK TO HER AGAIN