Tip: Highlight text to annotate itX
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 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
