White Christmas
Irving Berlin
The sun is shining
The grass is green
The oranges, the palm trees sway
There's never been such a day
In Beverly Hills, LA
But it's December, the twenty-fourth
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 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
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