The sun is shining, the grass is green
The orange and palm trees sway
I’ve never seen such a day in Beverly Hills, L.A.
But it’s December the 24th 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 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
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 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