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 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!

Irving Berlin
"White Christmas"
1940