The sun is shining, the grass is green
The orange and palm tree 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 white christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the tree tops glisten
And children listen to hear sleighbells in the snow
For 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
And may all your christmases be white...
