The sun is shining The grass is green The orange and palm tree 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 tree tops glisten And children listen To hear sleighbells in the snow For 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 And may all your Christmases be white