When a baby in your arms grips your little finger tight, but cannot tell you why, or say your name, remember Christmas, a shining star above, and tiny fingers, clutching from the cradle, holding you with love, eternal love. When a baby in your arms gives a yelling, bawling cry, that wails a nameless need you can't ignore, remember Christmas, a shining star above, and hear the crying, crying from the cradle, calling you with love, eternal love. When a baby in your arms gazes deep into your eyes, and you're the only face that baby knows, remember Christmas, a shining star above, and eyes a-gazing, gazing from the cradle, meeting you with love, eternal love.