1.I Wouldn't Trade Christmas
Written：Jimmy Van Heusen／Sammy Cahn
Artist：F Sinatra／Tina／Nancy Sinatra／The Jimmy Joyce Singe
I wouldn't trade Christmas, no no, never would I,
Wouldn't trade Christmas, I love you the best,
I wouldn't trade Christmas, no no, never would I,
Wouldn't trade Christmas, I love you the best.
It's time for the hollys of fun, and the folly or all of that
jolly jazz,
The people are glowing, the sand is now howing, each window is
showing it has
All the latest in choicing, the daddy invoicing and all that
razzle that does,
But I wouldn't trade Christmas, wouldn't trade Christmas for New
Year's Day,
Thanksgiving, Holloween and the rest. Christmas we love you the
best.
I wouldn't trade, no, no. never would I, wouldn't trade
Christmas, I love you the best.
The traffic gets poky, the turkey gets smoky, and all of that
holy stuff,
The people are shopping for things they'll be swapping like
filigree boxes of snuff,
Though you pour the hot toddy, to force everybody, though half
of the toddy's enough,
I wouldn't trade Christmas, wouldn't trade Christmas for
Father's Day or Mother's,
Valentine, and the rest, Christmas we love you the best.
The jingle fell jingle you feel the old tingle, you buy the
first single scene.
The idea is clever but subways will never quite handle that huge
evergreen.
And the old office party, with Stanley and Molly keep drinking
until they turn green.
But I wouldn't trade Christmas, wouldn't trade Christmas for
Labor Day, or Easter,
Washington and the rest, Christmas we love you the best.
2.It's Such A Lovely Time Of Year
3.Some Children See Him
4.O Bambino
5.The Bells Of Christmas
Written：Sammy Cahn／Jimmy Van Heusen
Arranger：Nelson Riddle
Artist：F Sinatra／Tina／Nancy Sinatra／The Jimmy Joyce Singe
The bells, the bells, ringing everywhere for the sound of
Christmas is in the air,
The bells, the bells, from the steeple above, telling us it's
the season of love,
Ring out, let the tale be told that inspires the dream of the
young and old,
Love, love, let your hearts unfold, for the bells of Christmas
are ringing.
The bells, the bells, on a wintry night, with the friendly fire
burning warm and bright,
The bells, the bells, on the steeple above, telling us it's the
season of love.
Ring out, let the tale be told, that inspires the dream of the
young and old,
Love, love, let your hearts unfold, for the bells of Christmas
are ringing.
The bells, the bells, they've been here and now, to a world that
almost forgotten how
The bells, the bells, from the steeple above, telling us it's
the season of love.
Ring out, let the tale be told that inspires the dream of the
young and old,
Love, love, let your hearts unfold, for the bells of Christmas
are ringing.
The bells of Christmas are ringing.
6.Whatever Happened To Christmas？
Written：Jimmy Webb
Arranger：Don Costa
Artist：F Sinatra／The Jimmy Joyce Singers／Orchestra
Whatever happened to Christmas？ It's gone and left no traces,
Whatever happened to the faces or the glow,
Whatever happened to Christmas, to Christmas way of living？
Whatever happened to the giving, the magic in the snow？
Remember the sight and the smell and the sound,
And remember hearing the call,
Remember how love was all around, whatever happened to it all？
Whatever happened to Christmas, bells in the streets were
ringing,
Whatever happened to the singing, the songs we used to know.
Whatever happened to this Christmas, and when did it disappeared
from view,
Where was I, and whatever happened to you？
Whatever happened to Christmas and you？
7.Santa Claus Is Comin' To Town
Written：Fred Coots／Haven Gillespie
Arranger：Axel Stordahl
You better watch out
You better not cry
Better not pout
I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
He's making a list, And checking it twice;
Gonna find out Who's naughty and nice.
Santa Claus is coming to town
He sees you when you're sleeping
He knows when you're awake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake
Oh! You better watch out! You better not cry.
Better not pout, I'm telling you why.
Santa Claus is coming to town.
Santa Claus is coming to town.
8.Kids
9.The Christmas Waltz
Written：Sammy Cahn／Jule Styne
Arranger：Nelson Riddle
Artist：Frank Sinatra／The Jimmy Joyce Singers／Orchestra
Frosted windowpanes
Candies gleaming inside
Painted candy canes on the tree
Santa's on his way
He's filled his sleigh with things
Things for you and me
It's that time of year
When the world falls in love
Ev'ry song you hear seems to say,
'Merry Christmas,
May your New Year dreams come true'
And this song of mine
In three-quarter time
Wishes you and yours
the same thing, too
10.The 12 Days Of Christmas
Twelve Days of Christmas
On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me (Chorus)
a partridge in a pear tree (Solo )
On the second day of Christmas my true love sent to me
(Chorus)
two turtle doves and
a partridge in a pear tree (Solo )
On the third day of Christmas my true love sent to me
(Chorus)
three French henstwo turtle doves and a partridge in a pear
tree (Solo )
On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
(Chorus)
four calling birdsthree French hens
two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree (Solo )
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
(Chorus)
five gold ringsfour calling birds
three French henstwo turtle doves and a partridge in a pear
tree (Solo )
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
(Chorus)
six geese-a-layingfive gold rings
four calling birdsthree French hens
two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree (Solo )
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me
(Chorus)
seven swans-a-swimmingsix geese-a-laying
five gold ringsfour calling birdsthree French hens
two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree
On the eighth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
(Chorus)
eight maids-a-milkingseven swans-a-swimming
six geese-a-layingfive gold ringsfour calling birds
three French henstwo turtle doves and a partridge in a pear
tree (Solo )
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love sent to me (Chorus)
nine ladies dancingeight maids-a-milking
seven swans-a-swimmingsix geese-a-laying
five gold ringsfour calling birdsthree French hens
two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree (Solo )
On the tenth day of Christmas my true love sent to me (Chorus)
ten lords-a-leapingnine ladies dancing
eight maids-a-milkingseven swans-a-swimming
six geese-a-layingfive gold ringsfour calling birds
three French henstwo turtle doves and a partridge in a pear
tree
on the eleventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me
(Chorus)
eleven pipers pipingten lords-a-leaping
nine ladies dancingeight maids-a-milking
seven swans-a-swimmingsix geese-a-laying
five gold ringsfour calling birdsthree French hens
two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree (Solo )
on the twelfth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
(Chorus)
twelve drummers drummingeleven pipers piping
ten lords-a-leapingnine ladies dancingeight maids-a-milking
seven swans-a-swimmingsix geese-a-laying
five gold ringsfour calling birds
three French henstwo turtle doves and
a partridge in a pear tree (Solo )
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