It Must Be Getting Close To Christmas - Glen Campbell

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