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