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 dogs listen, 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. May your days be merry and bright, And may all your Christmases be white. May your days be merry and bright, And may all your Christmases be white. You know that I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, Just like the ones I used to know, Where the tree dogs listen, 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. May your days be merry and bright, And may all your Christmases be white.
