1: Frank Sinatra, night (Silent night), holy night (Holy

I may not have a thing at allExcept for

got you under my skinI've got you deep in the

It was just a neighborhood danceThat's all that it wasBut, oh,

have the cool, clear eyes of a seeker of

wonder why you keep me waitingCharmaine, my CharmaineI wonder when

Darling, I'm so blue without youI think about you the live-long

Hark! the herald angels sing"Glory to the newborn King!Peace on earth,

I think of you with every breath I takeAnd every breath

Maybe I'm right and maybe I'm wrongMaybe I'm weak, maybe I'm

There's a somebody I'm longing to seeI hope that she turns

got a hold on meYou've got that magic hold

There's no use of a moonlight glowOr the peaks where winter

It came upon the midnight clear that glorious song of oldFrom

My heart is sad and lonelyFor you I sigh, for you

I've known her valleys, I've known her mountainsHer missions and her

If I ever love again, it will be youThere will be

Oh gosh darn it, there goes that last buttCome on, sweet,

Looking for yesterday, most any day I spent with youOne yesterday

Frankie: Janie Jane Powell, spare us a few minutes before the