I'm dreaming of a 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 twentyfourth
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 sleighbells 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