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 am
longing to be up north.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,
just like the ones I used to know,
where the treetops
are glistened,
and children
listen to hear sleigh bells in the snow.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,
with every Christmas card I write.
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.
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