[NARRATION]    Looking at his son across the room   He feared to cross that divide   But how long could he stay in this dark   That allows us all to hide     Is there a wrong so great in life   That it undoes every good we've ever done   Is there an act so good it would undo all our wrongs   Every single one?     And in putting his whole   Life into this gesture   Would failing make it   Any lesser?     Then through the window he thought he saw   In the falling snow so near   The outline of his son's mother's face   But then it disappeared     It was only there for a second   And a second's not long, but yet   It was enough to cause that man   To take that very first step     And that step was followed by another   In that room still lit so dim   And before he realized how far he had gone   His son was directly in front of him     Then the father noticed on the windowsill   An old photo that he long ago had seen   It was a picture of him and his wife   When they were both about nineteen     It was leaning against a folder   That said "property of the deceased"   And underneath was his wife's name   And the date it had been released     It was obviously her personal possessions   That had been given to his son   Because since he had left them all behind   The child was the only one     His son must have always kept it with him   For the folder was weathered and torn   And he must have gazed at that picture countless times   For it was also all tattered and worn     Then his son noticed him standing there   And from his task looked up   And then looked at the picture beside him   And that one look, was enough     He recognized it was his father   That was now standing there   And gave him a smile of pure love and forgiveness   And of the past, he did not care     He did not care where he had been   The whys, the wheres, the hows   He only cared that his father was there   Standing by him now     Then the father turned and walked across the room   Which by now had lost its distance   And went to the nearest incubator   And picked up a trembling infant     And with the child within his arms   He returned to his son   And all the pain within his soul   At that moment was undone     And he sat in the rocking chair beside him   With the life he had retrieved   And side-by-side together   They rocked all through that christmas eve     [O' COME ALL YE FAITHFUL]    [Instrumental]