White Christmas

The sun is shining, the grass is green

The orange and palm tree sway

There's never been such a day

In Beverly Hills, L.A

But it's December, the twenty fourth

And I am longing to be up north



I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

Just like the ones I used to know

Where the tree tops glisten

And children listen

To hear sleighbells in the snow



Oh, I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

With every Christmas card I write

May your days be merry and bright

And may all your Christmases be white

And may all your Christmases be white