Brooke White - California Christmas

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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…