Lyrics White Christmas in the Sand - Jerrod Niemann

White Christmas in the Sand

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