[ Featuring Jonathan Allentoff ]
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 twenty fourth, 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 tree tops 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."
