White Christmas

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten
And children listen
To hear sleighbells in the snow.
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write.
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmasses be white.
Mackenzie: «Hey guys what is this?»
Isaac: «It's a record player.»
Mackenzie: «Cool! Watch this.»
(sound of record scratching)