An Old Fashioned Christmas - Frank Sinatra

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