Lately, I’ve been talking about Christmas music — and listening to it and airing it. It must be Christmas or something. I did a podcast of Christmas music, and I suggested a bonus item, so to speak, in a blogpost.

Today, my Impromptus column is headed “Notes from Around.” “Around,” in this case, means New York, Washington, Albuquerque, Tampa Bay, the Shenandoah Valley, and some other places. One of those other places is Beverly Hills . . .

. . . and this leads me to “White Christmas.” I cite the verse in my column, and the verse is rarely sung. There’s a reason the singer is dreaming of a white Christmas, you know.

The sun is shining, the grass is green,

The orange and palm trees sway.

There’s never been such a day

In Beverly Hills, L.A.

But it’s December the 24th,

And I’m longing to be up North . . .

Here in the Corner, I thought I’d link to my favorite recording of “White Christmas” — which is by Marilyn Horne, who did some of her growing up in SoCal. She certainly includes the verse. To hear her, and it, and the song at large, go here.