White Christmas


The sun is shining
The grass is green
The oak and ash trees sway
I've never seen such a day
In Chestnutridge Missoureh
But it's December the 24th
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