White Christmas

The sun is shining, the grass is green,

the orange and palm trees sway.

There’s never been such a day

in Beverly Hills, LA.

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 toknow.

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.

Lyrics © Hal Leonard