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 the treetops glisten and children will 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 May your days be merry and bright and may all your Christmases all your Christmases all your Christmases be white