California Christmas - Brooke White

Christmas in California, where the seasons don’t change and the days stay warm

The nights are cold enough to wear a sweater

Some say it don’t seem right to wake up to Christmas not covered in white

Well, I won’t see on a picture on a postcard

Well, it might not be what I had planned

Just making angels in the sand

Christmas in California

Though it’s not home, gotta make it my own

Just sitting in the sun, waiting for next year to come

Christmas in California

Miss my family, but it’s where I’m meant to be

Just sitting in the sun, waiting for next year to come

Palm trees right

You can seen off in the distance from the four-oh-five

Now the stores are closed, it’s looking like a ghost town

Well, it might not be what I had planned

Just making angels in the sand

Christmas in California

Though it’s not home, gotta make it my own

Just sitting in the sun, waiting for next year to come

Christmas in California

Miss my family, but it’s where I’m supposed to be

Just sitting in the sun, waiting for next year to come

Christmas in California

It’s not home, gonna make it my own

Just sitting in the sun, waiting for next year to come

Christmas in California

Miss my family, but it’s where I’m supposed to be

Just sitting in the sun, waiting for next year to come

Christmas…