Brooke White "California Christmas" paroles

California Christmas

Christmas in California, where the seasons don't change and the days stay warmThe nights are cold enough to wear a sweaterSome say it don't seem right to wake up to Christmas not covered in whiteWell, I won't see a thing on a picture on a postcard

Well, it might not be what I had plannedJust making angels in the sand

Christmas in CaliforniaThough it's not home, gotta make it my ownJust sitting in the sun, waiting for next year to comeChristmas in CaliforniaMiss my family, but it's where I'm meant to beJust sitting in the sun, waiting for next year to come

Palm trees were topping thusYou can see off in the distance from the four-o-fiveNow the stores are closed, it's looking like a ghost town

Well, it might not be what I had plannedJust making angels in the sand

Christmas in CaliforniaThough it's not home, gotta make it my ownJust sitting in the sun, waiting for next year to comeChristmas in CaliforniaMiss my family, but it's where I'm supposed to beJust sitting in the sun, waiting for next year to come

Christmas in CaliforniaIt's not home, gonna make it my ownJust sitting in the sun, waiting for next year to comeChristmas in CaliforniaMiss my family, but it's where I'm supposed to beJust sitting in the sun, waiting for next year to come

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Ici on peut trouver les paroles de la chanson California Christmas de Brooke White. Ou les paroles du poème California Christmas. Brooke White California Christmas texte.