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

For 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