An Old‐Fashioned Christmas
Frank Sinatra Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

In these lyrics, Frank Sinatra expresses his longing for a traditional, nostalgic Christmas. He yearns for the simplicity and warmth of an old-fashioned celebration, where family and familiar faces gather together in a home filled with snow-covered wide open spaces. The mention of his mom basting the Christmas bird in the kitchen highlights the traditional rituals and activities associated with the holiday season, emphasizing the importance of family traditions.


Sinatra contrasts this idealized Christmas with the modern and impersonal convenience of an automat. By mentioning the automat, a type of self-service cafeteria popular in the mid-20th century, he underscores the loss of sentimental value and personal touch that comes with the adoption of more contemporary conveniences. He suggests that these conveniences lack the genuine authenticity and warmth that he craves during the Christmas season.


The mention of an old-fashioned fireplace further emphasizes Sinatra's desire for a cozy and intimate Christmas atmosphere. He reminisces about the smoldering embers and recalls the comforting glow they emitted, evoking a sense of nostalgia and wistfulness. In this context, the fireplace represents a symbol of warmth, tradition, and togetherness, contrasting with the coldness and impersonality of the Manhattan skyline that he mentions.


Sinatra concludes by expressing his willingness to trade the glamorous appeal of the Manhattan skyline, with its shimmering steel and chrome, for just one old-fashioned Christmas back home. This serves as a testament to the sentimental and emotional value he places on the traditional customs and gatherings that define the holiday season. Overall, these lyrics convey Sinatra's longing for the familiar and meaningful aspects that make an old-fashioned Christmas so special to him.


Line by Line Meaning

Give me an old-fashioned Christmas, an old-fashioned Christmas
I long for a traditional, nostalgic Christmas filled with cherished memories and comforting traditions


Family faces, wide open spaces, covered with snow
I yearn to be surrounded by loved ones and enjoy the tranquility of snowy landscapes


Right now my mom's there in the kitchen, basting the Christmas bird
In this moment, I envision my mother diligently preparing and seasoning the centerpiece of our Christmas feast


You'll have to take my word, you can't find that at the automat
I assure you that the love and care put into home-cooked meals cannot be replicated by impersonal automated machines


An old-fashioned fireplace, give me an old-fashioned fireplace
I crave the comforting warmth and nostalgic ambiance provided by a traditional fireplace


My heart remembers smoldering embers, warm your glow
My heart holds onto the lingering warmth and cozy glow of past fireplace experiences


I'd trade that whole Manhattan skyline, the shimmering steel and chrome
I would willingly exchange the glamorous and modern cityscape of Manhattan with its dazzling buildings and polished surfaces


For one old-fashioned Christmas back home
In return, I desire nothing more than to experience a familiar and traditional Christmas in the comfort of my own home




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Written by: Sammy Cahn, Jimmy Van Heusen

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Mike


on The Lady Is A Champ

eight

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She can't eat late and stay up all night, because unlike society types, she has to get up in the morning.

She likes the theatre and never comes late
She cares more about seeing the play than being seen making an entrance.

She never bothers with people she'd hate
Her friends are friends, not social trophies.

Doesn't like crap games with barons or earls
While barrns and earls probably don't play craps, she associates with friends, not people to be seen with.

Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
She doesn't "slum", the practice of the rich in the 30's, when the song was written, of touring poor neighborhoods dressed in rich clothes to "tut, tut" about the deplorable conditions, and congratulate each other for "caring about the poor"

Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
Doesn't trade gossip for acceptance among an in-crowd


She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
She cares more about how her hair feels than conforming with current hair fashions

Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
Since most of California is noticeably warmer and / or drier than New York, where the play the song was written for is set, this is probably a facetious excuse to like what she likes.


And she won't go to Harlem in Lincoln's or Ford's
Another reference to slumming, but facetious, since Lincolns and Fords were middle-class, not luxury brands when the lyric was written

Anonymous


on Try a Little Tenderness

Here are the correct lyrics

Try A Little Tenderness - Frank Sinatra - Lyrics

Oh she may be weary
Women do get wearied
Wearing that same old shabby dress
And when she’s weary
You try a little tenderness

You know she’s waiting
Just anticipating things she’ll may never possess
While she is without them
Try just a little bit of tenderness

It’s not just sentimental
She has her grieve and her care
And the words that soft and gentle
Makes it easier to bear
You wont regret it
Women don't forget it
Love is their whole happiness
And it’s all so easy
Try a little tenderness

Musical Interlude

And, it’s all so easy
Try a little tenderness

Daniel


on The Way You Look Tonight

I met Frank Jr. in Las Vegas, a real gentleman. RIP you both.

Giorgi Khutashvili


on Theme from New York, New York

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