"Words that Matter"

This is my attempt at flash fiction (a story in 55 words).

Night air bit into exposed skin and swept the sky clear of any clouds. "What child is this, who laid to rest on Mary's lap is sleeping?" they sang. He remained silently looking upward, as did I. I wanted to say words that mattered, but none came.

Then:

"Did you see that?"

He smiled. "Yes."