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Welcome to my California Christmas

Twinkling lights on all the fake palm trees

The only snow that falls

Is the fake stuff at the mall

Bathing suits and eighty-five degrees (ah, ah)

Welcome to my California Christmas

(welcome to my California)

The skies are blue, the Sun is warm and bright

(the skies are blue, the Sun is warm and bright)

When Santa Claus makes the drive (ah)

Stuck in traffic on the 5 (ba-ba-ba-ba)

It's a California Christmas Eve

So grab a Christmas tree

I'll meet you down the beach

Plant your mistletoes in the sand right next to me

'Cause that pacific breeze

Is gonna set you free

I'll be wishing you a California, California

Welcome to my California Christmas

(welcome to the West Coast Christmas)

The avocado groves and graffiti kings

(avocados, avocados)

The Grammy's fight for waves

As the sunset melts away

Garage rock evening filled with broken strings (ba-ba-ba-ba)

All the way

From out in east lA

Down the coast in your Camaro Christmas sleigh

Ring the Christmas bell

Gonna let the

And I'll be wishing you a California, California

Christmas (ah)

Put up a tree at your favorite beach with a smoothie

Throw your board in the car in case

there's a Christmas swell

There'll be [?] and sunshine and seagulls and maybe jacuzzis

Strike up the band, toes in the sand

ringing the Christmas bells, yeah

Santa hat and shades are so passé

What a Californian thing to say

The Día de Los Reyes

The Pasadena rose parade

The best of west coast seasonal clichés

Throw your Christmas tree

Up on your SUV

Make your plans in the pacific sand and set them free

Hang your Christmas lights

And make the season bright

And I'll be wishing up a California Christmas for ya

(California, California)

(California, California)

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