White Christmas

The sun is shining, the grass is green,
The orange and palm trees sway.

I've never seen such a day, But it's December the 24th
And I'm 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.

Irving Berlin, 1942

Brisbane CBD, 24.12.2005