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