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 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.”