I can't remember if I ever go to ride in a sleigh
I'm unfamiliar how a fire-roasted chestnut tastes
I've never gone a-wassailing
I don't know the etiquette
The ugly sweater's lost on me
I've never seen Connecticut
One life to live
I hope it isn't too late
Just want to celebrate
Like it's 1948
Rockwell on a magazine honoring family and service
Rudolph on a silver screen for nonconformists
I've never gone to skate on a frozen park
Never made a friend on a night train bar car
One life to live
I hope it isn't too late
This year I'm going to celebrate
Like it's 1948
Squeeze in tight there's room for us all
The horse knows the way to get to the ball
The ball will be gay
The punch will be strong
We'll stop and sing for the neighbors
On our slippery sleigh ride home
There'll be popcorn to string for the boughs of our evergreen tree
Old Frank Sinatra's a priest in the grey's of our digital screen
We'll have hot figgy pudding for beggars who sing at the gate
And we'll live our wonderful lives
As if we're not to late
To celebrate Christmas time
Just like it's 1948