The sun is shining the grass is green
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The orange and palm trees sway
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There's never been such a day
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In Beverly Hills, LA
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But it's December the 24th
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And I'm longing to be up north.
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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,
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Just like the ones I used to know.
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Where the tree-tops glisten,
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And children listen
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To hear sleighbells in the snow.
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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,
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With every Christmas card I write,
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"May your days be merry and bright,
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And may all your Christmases be white".
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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,
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Just like the ones I used to know.
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Where the tree-tops glisten,
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And children listen
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To hear sleighbells in the snow.
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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,
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With every Christmas card I write,
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"May your days be merry and bright,
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And may all your Christmases be white".
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White Christmas
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| Collin Raye |
