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, L. A.
But it’s December, the twenty fourth.
And I am 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 ev’ry Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
and may all your Christmases be white.

Irving Berlin