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 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


[Repeat Second Verse]