I made a star in art class today Cut it crooked out of foil and clay The glue came off and the points got bent But Daddy says it's going on top You left a cookie and a glass of milk A carrot for the reindeer by the sill I said now close your eyes and sleep But heard your little feet above the floor The stockings are hung, the fire is low I'm finally tucked in, or so you know Then your small feet come tiptoeing slow Our crooked star on top of the tree It's tinfoil and glue and a little bit bent But it's ours, and that's all we need Hang it higher, dust it off That's our Christmas, that's our love Our crooked star, year by year Brings us all together right here We've moved a house or two, had our share Of cracked-up balls and a string of dead bulbs But every year we set it up again The same old crooked star, same old friends The stockings are hung, the fire is low I'm finally tucked in, or so you know Then your small feet come tiptoeing slow Our crooked star on top of the tree It's tinfoil and glue and a little bit bent But it's ours, and that's all we need Hang it higher, dust it off That's our Christmas, that's our love Our crooked star, year by year Brings us all together right here Is it good enough, Daddy? Sweetheart, it's perfect, the way it is But it's not as shiny as the ones in the store The very best things are the ones we make and fix Nothing shines like the things we build together Our crooked star on top of the tree It's tinfoil and glue and a little bit bent But it's ours, and that's all we need Hang it higher, dust it off That's our Christmas, that's our love Our crooked star, year by year Brings us all together right here Higher, higher! Our crooked star, right here Merry Christmas, Daddy...
