My Christmas Room

If I owned a great big house, I'd have a Christmas room.

When things about me all went wrong, I'd find Christmas still in bloom.

There would be a great big tree with evergreen perfume,

Its branches bright with memories safe inside my Christmas room.



In summertime when tempers flare, when peace seems a never thing,

I'd slip inside and I'd abide where herald angels sing.



But since I'll have no great big house when Christmas goes away,

Then make my heart a Christmas heart that carols every day,

And let it be my Christmas where good will toward men shall stay.



In summertime when tempers flare, when peace seems a never thing,

I'd slip inside and I'd abide where herald angels sing.



But since I'll have no great big house when Christmas goes away,

Then make my heart a Christmas heart that carols every day,

And let it be my Christmas where good will toward men shall stay.