GUESSING TIME

“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.

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.