White Christmas

The sun is shining, the grass is green,

The ocean 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 sleighbells 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.