The sun is shining
The grass is green
The orange and palm trees sway
There's never been such a day
In Beverly Hills, LA
But it's December the twenty-fourth
And I'm longing to be up north
I'm dreaming
Of a White Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten
And children listen
To hear sleigh-bells in the snow
I'm dreaming
Of a White Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry
And bright
Be white
