[NARRATION]    Now all that had occurred here this night   The angel had clearly seen   Not unlike an old fashioned movie   Upon a silvered screen   That borders on the edge of a   Forgotten childhood dream     And from all that he had witnessed   He thought his answer he had found   And once more unfolded his wings   And left earth's solid ground     With every sweep of those wings   Across time and space he soared   Until he found himself standing   Back in heaven, before his lord     And he told his lord the name of the father's son   But then he hesitated   Like a child in school unsure of his answer   But the lord, he patiently waited     Then the angel added the names   Of the parishioners at the church   The musicians, the storyteller   The operator and the hospital nurse     Eventually there was hardly a person   That the angel had missed   And then at the very end he placed   The father's name, also on that list     That anyone could reflect his lord's son   Was now the angel's view   All it took was to follow the simple word's of his son   "to do unto others, as you would have others do unto you"     Then the lord smiled at his angel   And said, "you have done more than your task   It's a gift that eyes rarely have   That can see further than they are asked."     And so this night is ending   So close to where it did start   As the angel slept deep that night   Within his lord's own heart     For hope never dies   At worst it only sleeps   And all we surrender   Christmas safely keeps     Through the cold winter nights   Of the longest decembers   Till here by starlight   We begin to remember     That in the very end   The message christmas is sending   Is that it is never too late   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 add a final act   Onto our yearly play     A taxicab pulled up to the grand hotel,   That morning somewhere around eight   And the father with his son got out   And asked the driver, to please wait     Then the father asked the clerk if he could speak   To the couple in room twelve twenty-four   Adding he did not know the couple's name   But had met their child the night before     The clerk answered most politely   That he would like to fulfill his wish   But the room number twelve twenty-four   In this hotel, did not exist     The father then described the little girl   Her age and dress as well   But the clerk said there had been no children there at all that week   Was he sure he had the right hotel?     So the father started wondering   If in the cold winter's air   He had somehow imagined the entire event   But then he realized, he didn't care     The only thing that mattered   When all was said and done   Was that he was reunited   With his one and only son     And when they got back into their cab   He heard a ripping sound   As the contents of his wife's folder   Spilled out onto the ground     As he rushed to pick it all up   He grabbed the picture first   Of him and his wife at the age nineteen   Long before she had given birth     And on the back he saw a poem he had written to her   Years before they had wed   When they were young, their lives just begun   And here is what it said,     "if a single tear fell from your eyes into the ocean   And then washed up on some far and distant shore   I would still recognize that teardrop   For in the end that tear would still be yours"     And then he saw another picture   That he had never seen before   Of a little girl in a russian styled coat   Standing with her parents, in front of their store     The little girl he saw there   He now knew was a childhood picture of his wife   But it was also a picture of the little girl   He had just met on the previous night     And he realized that those who love   Death cannot divide   It only provides an extra soul   To watch over us from the other side     And together they returned   Back to the father's home   And shared the best christmas   That either of them had ever known     And somewhere across eternity   Which in distance cannot be measured   The mother looked down upon them both   And their happiness she treasured     And later on late that night   When her son was drifting off to sleep   A tear once more rolled from her eyes   And trailed across her cheek     But this one was a tear of joy   That she could not keep inside   And this time she followed it through eternity   Across the great divide     Till it landed by another joyful tear   That her husband had just wept   And there unseen she joined him   In the silent vigil that he kept     For we are all born mortal   Like stars and candlelight   And all that really matters   Is what we do before we fall asleep each night     [CHRISTMAS CANON ROCK]    This night   We pray   Our lives will show     This dream he had   Each child   Still knows     We are waiting   We have not forgotten     On this night   On this night   On this night   On this very christmas night