| I’m dreaming of a white Christmas |
| Just like the ones I used to know |
| Where the tree-tops 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' |
| The sun is shining, the grass is green |
| The orange and palm trees sway |
| Ain’t 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 tree-tops 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' |