The sun is shining, the grass is green. The orange and palm tree sway. There's never been such a day. In beverly hills, l.a.. But it's december the twenty-fourth.
The sun is shining; the grass is green. The orange and palm trees sway. There's never been such a day in Beverly Hills L. A.. But it's December the 24th 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. 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. 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,. 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. 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. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow.