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Edgar Guest - Guessing Time
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It`s guessing time at our house; every evening after tea 
We start guessing what old Santa`s going to leave us on our tree. 
Everyone of us holds secrets that the others-try to steal,
 And that eyes and lips are plainly having trouble to conceal. 
And a little lip that quivered just a bit the other night 
Was a sad and startling warning that I mustn`t guess it right.

"Guess what you will get for Christmas!" is the cry that starts the fun.
And I answer: "Give the letter with which the name`s begun."
Oh, the eyes that dance around me and the joyous faces there
Keep me nightly guessing wildly: "Is it something I can wear?"
I implore them all to tell me in a frantic sort of way
And pretend that I am puzzled, just to keep them feeling gay.

Oh, the wise and knowing glances that across the table fly
 And the winks exchanged with mother, that they think I never spy; 
Oh, the whispered confidences that are poured into her ear, 
And the laughter gay that follows when I try my best to hear! 
Oh, the shouts of glad derision when I bet that it`s a cane, 
And the merry answering chorus: " No, it`s not. Just guess again! "

It`s guessing time at our house, and the fun is running fast,
And I wish somehow this contest of delight could always last,
For the love that`s in their faces and their laughter ringing clear
Is their dad`s most precious present when the Christmas time is near.
And soon as it is over, when the tree is bare and plain,
I shall start in looking forward to the time to guess again.
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