Frank Sinatra and Fred Waring & His Pennsylvanians - 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's 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, warm your glow
I'd trade that whole Manhattan skyline, the shimmering steel and chrome
For one old-fashioned Christmas back home

An old-fashioned Christmas, give me an old-fashioned Christmas
Family faces, wide open spaces, covered with snow
Right now my mom's 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, warmly your glow
I'd trade that whole Manhattan skyline, the shimmering steel and chrome
For one old-fashioned Christmas back home

Written by:
Sammy Cahn, Jimmy Van Heusen

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