The sun is shining, the grass is greenThe orange and palm trees swayThere's never been such a day in Beverly Hills, LABut it's December the 24thAnd I'm longing to be up northI'm dreaming of a white ChristmasJust like the ones I used to knowWhere the treetops glisten and children listenTo hear sleigh bells in the snowI'm dreaming of a white ChristmasWith every Christmas card I writeMay your days be merry and brightAnd may all your Christmases be white