WHITE CHRISTMAS
Writer Irving Berlin

The sun is shining The grass is green The orange and palm trees sway I've never seen such a day In Beverly Hills LA But it's December the 24th 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