




          White Christmas
        Irving Berlin, 1942







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 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
   sleighbells 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.”



