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.