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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