When daughter starts 
To greet you with her 
Warmest grin
And Junior's 
Ggot his room 
Much neater than a pin
And if they fight 
To hug you each time 
You walk in it must be 
Getting close 
To Christmas

Suddenly 
Your slightest wish 
Is their command
And all at once 
Your favorite things 
Are close at hand
And suddenly Lombardo 
Is their favorite band
It must be getting close 
To Christmas

Nobody ever 
Makes mention 
Of the weather 
Or season
But you 
You just love 
That attention 
Whatever the reason

All at once 
Tthe wife is charcoal 
Broiling stakes
Coming up with dishes 
She'd refuse to make
And your little puppy 
Doesn't bark 
Till you're awake
This paradise 
Is close to sublime
And very close 
To Christmas time