When
Dolly starts to greet you with her warmest grin
And Junior's got his room much neater than a bin
And if they fight to hug you each time you walk in
It must be getting close to Christmas
And suddenly your slightest wish is their command
And all at once your favorite things
are close at hand
And then suddenly Lombardo is their favorite band
It must be getting close to Christmas
Nobody even makes a mention
Of the weather or the season
Whatever the reason
Then all at once the wife
is charcoal broiling
steaks
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
This paradise is close to sublime
And very close to Christmas time