The sun is shining; the grass is green
The orange and palm trees sway
Theres never been such a day in beverly hills l. a.
But its december the 24th and Im longing to be up north
Im 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
Im 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