December Dreaming

The snows of December have begun to fall
The isles of the tropics have begun their call
The call comes on a cold artic breeze
And soon I am dreaming of coconut trees

Coconut trees and beaches of sand almost white
Such thoughts and dreams are keeping me warm at night
But during the day the snow continues to fall
While the isles of the tropics continue to call

And in my dreams of the tropics are sweet dreams of you
Certainly a trip to the tropics would be a sweet dream come true