Lyrics:

When daughter starts to greet you
With her warmest grin
And Junior's got 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 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