Frank Sinatra — An Old Fashioned Christmas

Give me an old fashioned Christmas, an old fashioned Christmas Family faces, wide open spaces, covered with snow Right now my mom there in the kitchen, basting the Christmas bird You'll have to take my word, you can't find that at the automat An old fashioned fireplace, give me an old fashioned fireplace My heart remembers smoldering embers, warming your glow I'd trade that whole Manhattan skyline, the shimmering steel and chrome For one old fashioned Christmas back home