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 tree tops 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

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