w/ the rarely sung verse



The sun is shining

The grass is green

The orange and palm trees sway

I've never seen 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 white Christmas

With every Christmas card I write



May your days be merry and bright

And may all your Christmases be white