White Christmas in the Sand - Jerrod Niemann

I want a White Christmas in the sand

Even Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus could have themselves a real nice tan

They’d play jingle bells and the first noel on steel drums in a reggae band on

A white Christmas in the sand

I’m stuck here in Kansas city all zipped up in a winter coat

I’d like to take a plane through the freezing rain to sunshine and sailboats

I’d spread a beach towel on the sand and kick of them old flip flops

And the only thing with frostbite would be the cubes in the ole icebox

I want a white Christmas in the sand

Even Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus could have themselves a real nice tan

They’d play jingle bells and the first noel on steel drums in a reggae band

On a white Christmas in the sand

I’d do my decorating all day on Christmas Eve

I’d make a snowman out of coconuts, hang lights on a palm tree

Instead of cold milk and cookies

I’d leave crab cakes and lemonade

And I’d wake up Christmas morning on a hammock in the shade

I want a white Christmas in the sand

Even Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus could have themselves a real nice tan

They’d play jingle bells and the first noel on steel drums in a reggae band

On a white Christmas in the sand

They’d play jingle bells and the first noel on steel drums in a reggae band

On a white Christmas in the sand