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!