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The sun is shining The grass is green The oranges, the palm trees sway There's never been such a day In Beverly Hills, LA But it's December, the twenty-fourth And I'm 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 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 From Letras Mania