The sun is shining, the grass is greenThe orange and palm trees swayThere's never been such a dayIn Beverly Hills, LABut it's December the 24thAnd I'm longing to be up northI'm dreaming of a white ChristmasJust like the ones I used to know.Where the treetops glisten,And children listenTo hear sleigh bells in the snow.I'm dreaming of a white ChristmasWith every Christmas card I write.May your days be merry and bright.And may all your Christmases be white.I'm dreaming of a white ChristmasWith every Christmas card I write.May your days be merry and bright.And may all your Christmases be white.