Libera White Christmas
The sun is shining the grass is green the orange and palm trees sway There's never been such a day in Beverley Hills LA 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 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
