Gettin’ close to Christmas —
Know it by the way
Mother’s got the rockin’ chairs
Dressed in tidies gay;
Know it by the “tryin’s”
When we dine or sup,
All the folks are comin’ home,
An’ Mother’s cookin’ up.
Gettin’ near to Christmas,
Gettin’ very nigh.
Mother puts white aprons on,
Lays the gingham by;
Anxious hours are over,
Almost time for fun.
Don’t care when the folks show up —
Cookin’s almost done.
Gettin’ snug to Christmas,
Front door opened wide,
Hear the air-tight roarin’
Soon’s you get inside;
Say, the stage is stoppin’ —
Oh, for kisses sweet!
Mother, now the folks are come,
Can’t we start to eat?
