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Edgar Guest - The Approach Of Christmas
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There`s a little chap at our house that is being mighty good--
Keeps the front lawn looking tidy in the way we`ve said he should;
Doesn`t leave his little wagon, when he`s finished with his play,
On the sidewalk as he used to; now he puts it right away.
When we call him in to supper, we don`t have to stand and shout;
It is getting on to Christmas and it`s plain he`s found it out.

He eats the food we give him without murmur or complaint;
He sits up at the table like a cherub or a saint;
He doesn`t pinch his sister just to hear how loud she`ll squeal;
Doesn`t ask us to excuse him in the middle of the meal,
And at eight o`clock he`s willing to be tucked away in bed.
It is getting close to Christmas; nothing further need be said.

I chuckle every evening as I see that little elf,
With the crooked part proclaiming that he brushed his hair himself.
And I chuckle as I notice that his hands and face are clean,
For in him a perfect copy of another boy is seen--
A little boy at Christmas, who was also being good,
Never guessing that his father and his mother understood.

There`s a little boy at our house that is being mighty good;
Doing everything that`s proper, doing everything he should.
But besides him there`s a grown-up who has learned life`s bitter truth,
Who is gladly living over all the joys of vanished youth.
And although he little knows it (for it`s what I never knew),
There`s a mighty happy father sitting at the table, too.
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