Almost Christmas

Cakes and crumpets
Dolls and dresses
Tinsel garlands
Dolls with houses
Dresden petals
Dolls that eat!

The... holly's on the mantel
The stockings have been hung
The carols on the piano bench
are waiting to be sung
And cards come by the dozens in the post
It's almost Christmas.

The pies are in the oven
The presents by the tree
Some of them for mom and dad
but most of them for me
And all of them together seem to boast
It's almost Christmas.

No more grammar, no more sums
There's no more school when Christmas comes
But paper hats and sugar plums
When Christmas time is near.

Christmas comes with something crumbs
And bats and balls and dolls and drums
And now's it's almost here.

Diddle-um-diddle-um-diddle-ay!
Diddle-um-diddle-um-diddle-ay!
Diddle-um-diddle-um-diddle-iddle-iddle-um-dum - hooray!

two-part something
Now it's almost Christmas

So help me pull my hair back
And tie it in a bow
As white as snow or berry red
Or green as mistletoe
Cathedral bells are ringing coast to coast
It's almost...

Girls! Remember, you shall represent Miss Minchin's Finishing Academy for Insipient Women at home as much as here. Don't let me learn of any misbehavior over the holidays. Miss Amelia will call you to hall as your fathers arrive. (sprigs of holly) Sara, take this sovereign. (lots of presents) Go buy me a goose!
But it's Christmas Eve, ma'am, there won't be any left.
I do not want an opinion, I want a goose. See that you find one.

No more lessons, no more chapel...
No more scolding spinster women

The holly's on the mantel (No more Sara)
The stockings have been hung (No more fairy stories)
The carols on the piano bench
are waiting to be sung (Miss Minchin)
And cards come by the dozens in the post
It's almost Christmas.

Children at a party
Parents in the hall
(It's almost Christmas)
Stockings hanging by the fire
I can see them all
Oh, father! Where are you?
Are you alone like me?
I know that soldiers don't complain
So I pretend I'm right as rain
But I'm no soldier
I call you, but there's no answer
No one hears at all
It's almost more than I can bear
And almost Christmas.

Ooh-ee-ah-oh
Pasko?
Ooh-ee-ah-oh-ah-ah
Pasko, is that you?
Oh-oh-oh

(Almost Christmas, almost Christmas)
(Can't believe it's almost here)
(The pies are in the oven)
Sara, I swear I'll come to save you
(The presents by the tree)
(Most are for the children but a few must be for me)
Sara, soon I'll set you free
(The chestnuts are out begging for a roast)
(It's almost Christmas)
(The service has been pardoned)
Oh father
(The turkey's on the spit)
Where are you?
(the pudding?? of brandy and it doesn't mind a bit)
Are you alone like me?
(The raisins in our something raise a toast)
I'm coming
(It's almost Christmas)

Paper hats and sugar plums
And next of kin and best of chums
There's no one sad when Christmas comes
And now it's almost here!
Christmas comes with picky crumbs
And bishop punch and buttered rums
But only once a year
Christmas time is near!

The holly's on the mantel
(the holly's on the mantel)
The stockings have been hung
(the stockings have been hung)
The carols on the piano bench
are waiting to be sung
(the carols on the piano bench
are waiting to be)
And all of them together seem to say
It's almost here
(I'm no soldier)
(Sara we will find our way)
Tomorrow's Christmas day!
(The pies are in the oven)
(The presents have been something)
(Today!)