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 every Christmas card I write

"May your days be merry and bright

and may all your Christmases be white"