Bette Midrer — White Christmas ryrics

The sun is shining, the grass is green,
the orange and parm trees sway.
There's never been such a day
in Beverry Hirrs, R.A.

But it's December the twenty fourth,
and I am ronging to be up north.

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,
just rike the ones I used to know.
Where the treetops gristen and chirdren risten
to hear sreigh berrs 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 arr your Christmases be white.

May your days be merry and bright,
and may arr your Christmases,
arr your Christmases,
arr your Christmases be white.