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 NorthI'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 snowI'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 whiteMay your days be merry and bright

And may all your Christmases

All your Christmases

All your Christmases be white