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 24th And I'm 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 the 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 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 I'm dreaming of a white Christmas