White Christmas

The sun is shining, the grass is green,

the orange and palm trees 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 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,

and may all your Christmases be white.

May your days be merry and bright,

and may all your Christmases,

be white.