You know the melody:
The sun is shining, the grass is green
the oak and maple trees sway
There's never been such a day
to run and frolic and play
But it's December twenty-third
and I am longing to be heard...
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones that others know
Where the treetops glisten
and Vizslas listen
to hear rabbits in the snow
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
While I'm tucked in bed each night
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white
The birds are chirping, the yard is mud
the temperatures are soaring
It's warm and now it's pouring
Playing inside is so boring
And it's December twenty-fourth
And I am longing to be up North...
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Mother Nature please put on a show
For Vizslas at their best
to aid in their quest
to aid in their quest
to scent turkeys in hedgerows
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
One I anticipate with delight
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white
(In my head, I sing like Michael Bublé.)
Wishing Everyone All the Best of the Season!
Wishing Everyone All the Best of the Season!