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'm longing to be up North...

I'm dreaming of a white christmas,
just like the ones I used to know
When 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
Christmases be white
White christmases be white