White Christmas

The sun is shining, the gra*s 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"