When It's Just Two Weeks To Christmas

By Fred J. Sylvia

Not a paper on the floor
Clothes hang neat behind the door
Willing hands to do a chore
When it's just two weeks to Christmas.

Packed away with greatest care
In the place beneath the stair
Toys which once were here and there
When it's just two weeks to Christmas.

Vacant chair beneath the light
On the stand are match and pipe
Grave concern "are you all right?"
When it's just two weeks to Christmas.

Catalogs looked through and through
Letters penned to Santa too
Funny how they're left in view
When it's just two weeks to Christmas.

Lots of kisses for their Dad
Questions asked "you think I'm bad?"
Gee Mother aren't you glad
When it's just two weeks to Christmas.

When our hair has turned to gray
They'll know the joy that's ours today
When their children sit that way
When it's just two weeks to Christmas.