Christmas Secrets

I just love secrets; it’s such fun To hint and whisper, hide and run, And Christmas time of all the year Is just when there’s the greatest fear That folks will find out what you’re doin’ And bring your plans to rack and ruin.

My Christmas shoppin’--it’s all done And presents bought for every one. Nobody knows exceptin’ me What all the things are goin’ to be. They’re always askin’, but I say: “You’d better wait till Christmas Day!”

I’ve bought my father somethin’ white And thin and smooth; you fold it tight And in your pocket is its house; It snuggles there just like a mouse. I told my father all of this, But he says he can’t guess what ’tis!

My mother’s present is to wear, There’s two of it, it’s called a pair; It’s smooth and shiny, black and white, It goes by day and goes by night. My mother guessed a bird, with wings-- When ever did you hear such things!

I bought my sister somethin’ red, You tie it tight around your head; It’s silky-smooth as any rose. What can it be, do you suppose? My sister guessed a bathin’ hat-- As if I’d give a thing like that!

They’re not good guessers, though they’re dear; They’ll never know my plans, that’s clear. When Christmas comes, what glad surprise And thanks will shine from all their eyes. There’s not a clam down by the sea Can hold his tongue so well as Me!