It Must Be Getting Close to Christmas Songtext
von John Farnham

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

And 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 the season
Oh, but you just know it's itching
Whatever the reason

And 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