I'm
dreaming of a white sandy Christmas
Unlike
the ones I usually know
Where
the white sand glistens,
and
we will listen
To
hear the waves as we relax from head to toe.
I'm
dreaming of a white sandy Christmas
In
a beach house on the Gulf
Where
the shrimp are fresh and crisp,
and
we'll walk the beach
To
watch the sunset, I can't get enough.
(Sorry
to Irving Berlin for trashing his beautiful song)
