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 24th and I`m 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 my all your Christmases be white
