Just a little something I wrote… (with apologies to Irving Berlin)
I’m dreaming of a chrome Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the world is shiny,
and no-one’s whiney
And everything is Art Deco
I’m dreaming of a chrome Christmas
Where our cocktails are served at eight
And Santa’s traded in his sleigh
For a thirties silver Cabriolet
I’m dreaming of a chrome Christmas
With tuxedos, gowns, stilettos
And every Christmas song I echo
Wishes all your Christmases be Deco
