The sun is shining, the grass is green
The orange and plam trees sway
There’s never been 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
And may all your Christmases be white