White  Christmas
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The  sun  is  shining,the  grass  is  green,
The  orange  and  palm  trees  sway
There's  never  been  such  a  day
In  Beverley  Hills  L.A,
But  it's  December  the  twenty  forth,
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  childen  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.
I'm  dreaming  of  a  white  Christmas
Just  like  the  ones  I  used  to  know
Where  the  treetops  glisten,and  childen  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.