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