I'm dreaming
of a white
Christmas Just like the ones I used to know
Sweet tops glisten
and children listen To
hear
sleigh bells in the snow
And a sweet singing comes down from the sky
A sweet singing, a dancer
Who
tells me,
I hope you too
And
you too Do not
suffer anymore
you.
Christmas,
just like the ones I used to know.
Where the tree
tops glisten,
and children listen to hear,
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.