I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten. And children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow. I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. With every
, he understands what this means. His dream is my dream, my dream is his dream. . Chorus Miguel. I close my eyes and I can see (His dream). The sacrifices he made for me (His dream). Put it aside
am the. Prodigal son. . CHORUS. And he wasn’t surprised at where I had been;. He was waiting for me at the end of my sin. And the heaven I found in the hell I was in,. That’s where his mercy