White Christmas, Pt. 1

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 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